Beautiful Quote by Diane Dreher

I actually admire the Indian artiste 'Lost Stories.' He made a remix of my song 'Faded.' That is really good and cool because it…

— Alan Walker

On the records that I grew up with and loved, every song was unique - it's almost as if you had a different journey…

— Joey Jordison

Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the…

— William Wordsworth

Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies.

— Edmund Burke

The little and the great are joined in one By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun Is linked unto the glow-worm's tiny spark;…

— Emma Lazarus

I think a lot about how ideas spread, how information spreads, why is it that something youre really proud of and you spend a…

— Jonah Peretti

The embrace of present and past time, in which English antiquarianism becomes a form of alchemy, engenders a strange timelessness. It is as if…

— Peter Ackroyd

Cleave ever to the sunnier side of doubt, And cling to faith beyond the forms of faith; She reels not at the storm of…

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that fills and…

— Charles Baudelaire

To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the lamb.

— Nicholas Breton

“Isn’t it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never…

— Willa Cather

Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds poured forth…

— Charles Dickens

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely…

— John McCrae

Let your trouble be Light will follow dark Though the heaven falls You may hear the lark.

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe