Air Quote by Charles Baudelaire

“I saw the great sparkling orbs of his eyes, the tiny red veins that reached for the dark centers, that warm hand burning my…

— Anne Rice

“There was something about that cypress-lined track that drew me to it, tempted me further along it, in spite of the rough road surface…

— Tonia Parronchi

“It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the…

— Mary Shelley

It was a morning in early summer. A silver haze shimmered and trembled over the lime trees. The air was laden with their fragrance.…

— Bernard Berenson

but that mimosa grove - the haze of stars, the tingle, the flame, the honey-dew, and the ache remained with me, and that little…

— Vladimir Nabokov

“mother was under virtual sentence of death, and Vicky flew to the bedside and knelt beside her. ‘Oh, Mama,’ she whispered, stricken with guilt.…

— Wilbur Smith

“In her imagination she was somewhere dry and sunbaked, with a drink in her hand and the smell of cut flowers close by, filling…

— Mark Greaney

“Why did you pour tender fire so quickly, over my life’s cool leaves? Who pointed the way to you? What flower, what rock, what…

— Pablo Neruda

A rat crept softly through the vegetation Dragging its slimy belly on the bank While I was fishing in the dullcanal On a winter…

— Thomas Stearns Eliot

I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my…

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

Where once stood the steadfast pines, great, beautiful, sweet, my hand touched raw, moist stumps. All about lay broken branches, like the antlers of…

— Helen Keller

Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and something --…

— Laini Taylor