Famous Quotes & Sayings

C. S. Lewis

At a well in a yard they met a man who was beating a boy. The stick burst into a flower in the mans hand. He tried to drop it, but it stuck to his hand. His arm became a branch, his body the trunk of a tree, his feet took root.

Charlotte Bronte

My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hillside her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best-loved was – liberty.

Charlotte Bronte

A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway.

Charlotte Bronte

I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.

Charles Sumner

Moral excellence is the bright consummate flower of all progress.

Charles Dudley Warner

There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it.

Charles Dickens

Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.

Charles Dickens

The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere, and all things owned its power.

Charles Caleb Colton

Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.

Carlos Beltran

I'm a family man. I just love being around my family.

Agnes Repplier

Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients ...

Aaron Stanford

Actors, we like stories, we like storytelling, we love being a part of the story, and if you give us a story that's interesting then we'll want to do it.

Charlotte Bronte

Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

Charlie Daniels

I love being Charlie Daniels for good, bad, or indifferent.

Brent Weeks

Love is a fragile, corruptible thing. And yet I have seen it evince a curious strength. It is beyond any comprehension Love is a weakness that once in a great while triumphs over strength.

Brent Weeks

Relationships are ropes. Love is a noose. - Durzo Blint

Brent Weeks

Sometimes to love is easy, but to accept love is hard.

Brent Weeks

Love is a madness. Love is Failer - Durzo Blint

Caitlin Flanagan

To really love Joan Didion—to have been blown over by things like the smell of jasmine and the packing list she kept by her suitcase—you have to be female.

Buddy Guy

I'm gonna play something so funky you can smell it

Cary Grant

We should all just smell well and enjoy ourselves more.

Alan Bennett

Cloisters, ancient libraries ... I was confusing learning with the smell of cold stone.

Chris Colfer

I love bookstores. I love the energy in a bookstore and the smell of the paper.

Ashley Jensen

I do quite like sightseeing. I like churches, museums, galleries and all that stuff. I love the smell of a church in Italy or the smell of an old greasy spoon somewhere. I like markets and little funny shops in the backstreets of Florence.

Brian Tracy

Be selective about your external influences. Your multi-dimensional brain is influenced by everything you see, hear, read, smell, touch, feel or say.

Jane Horrocks

Having someone else to blame when there is a rude smell in the air.

Billy Wilder

It was a hot afternoon and I can still remember the smell of honeysuckle all along the street. How can I have known that murder can sometimes smell like honeysuckle?