Battle Quote by Janet Fitch

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of…

— Anonymous

I love color. It must submit to me. And I love art. I kneel before it, and it must become mine. Everything around me…

— Paula Modersohn-Becker

“Music. A flower in a vase on the tray. A January rose, it wouldn't last long, all big and full-blown like that. He loved…

— Janet Fitch

The finest music in the room is that which streams out to the ear of the spirit in many an exquisite strain from the…

— James Lane Allen

“Poppies whose roots are in man’s veins Drop, and are ever dropping; But mine in my ear is safe — Just a little white…

— Candace Ward

All panegyrics are mingled with an infusion of poppy.

— Jonathan Swift

Poppy was now almost well. She still slept more than usual, but when she wasn't sleeping she tromped around the doctor's house pulling spoons…

— Jeanne DuPrau

“I was in search but could not find the missing until I saw the field of poppies”

— Nanette L. Avery

Five years after Boston 1967, I went to the Munich Olympics. I realized that major sponsorship could help me create the opportunity. I wrote…

— Kathrine Switzer

It's going to be really interesting to see what the heroin market does in the next two years or so. One thing you can…

— Bruce Sterling

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms, can make…

— John Donne

Go along, go along quickly, and set all you have on the table for us. We don't want doughnuts, honey buns, poppy cakes, and…

— Nikolai Gogol

By the time writing was invented, the Greeks and Egyptians had already learned to extract opium from poppies to facilitate sleep.

— Kat Duff

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

Now know I well what people sought formerly above all else when they sought Teachers of virtue. Good sleep they sought for themselves, and…

— Friedrich Nietzsche