Breezy Quote by Thomas Hood Download Open image “Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.” — Thomas Hood ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.8 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Breezy Ocean Spray Toss Wave
Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,… — George Crabbe Copy Share Image
Just as there are rocks which receive the constant shock and spray, the battering of waves, so there are heads about which passions roar. — Rosamond Marshall Copy Share Image
The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“From the sound of pattering raindrops I recaptured the scent of the lilacs at Combray; from the shifting of the sun's rays on the… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a… — Anna Letitia Barbauld Copy Share Image
I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
On this day there was soon wind enough and to spare. The same might have been said of the sea. The Spray was in… — Joshua Slocum Copy Share Image
“Their cold blue light shone through the silver curtains of river mist as streetlamps might glimmer through a smoke-grimed window” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And soften'd sounds along the waters die: Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Droplets, droplets: We are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh That filters through the forest, or the gush… — John Gardiner Calkins Brainard Copy Share Image
Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!" — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
I love thee - I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say, It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging zephyr springs,… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast! It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed! — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey,… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Imagine you are walking down a leafy path…The sun is receding, and you are walking alone, caressed by the breezy light of the late… — Azar Nafisi Copy Share Image
Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
Spring's last-born darling, clear-eyed, sweet, Pauses a moment, with white twinkling feet, And golden locks in breezy play, Half teasing and half tender, to… — Sarah Chauncey Woolsey Copy Share Image
Breezy, sophisticated, hilarious, rude and aching with sweetness: LOVE, NINA might be the most charming book I've ever read. — Maria Semple Copy Share Image
For every role, I brought certain elements of the character. Even on 'White Collar' over six years, I tried to keep the set fun… — Matt Bomer Copy Share Image
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trails its wreath; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Killing time. Its a very crass and breezy expression when you ponder it for a moment, considering that time, after all, is killing us. — Christopher Copy Share Image
Live. And Live Well. BREATHE. Breathe in and Breathe deeply. Be PRESENT. Do not be past. Do not be future. Be now. On a… — Kyle Lake Copy Share Image
My father took one hundred and thirty-two minutes to die. I counted. It happened on the Jellicoe Road. The prettiest road I’d ever seen,… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
Pulls readers in with an ironic, breezy portrait of sinister high school competitiveness. Deft and extraordinarily accomplished. — Michael Cadnum Copy Share Image
May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a… — H. Peter Loewer Copy Share Image
