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Gaea?” Leo shook his head. “Isn’t that Mother Nature? She’s supposed to have, like, flowers ... RICK RIORDAN Her fingertips reached to trace the damage, but he grasped her hand with his own. He leaned down, fa...
KELLY CREAGH
With stars in her eyes and veils in her hair, with cyclamen and wild violets—what nonsense was he ... VIRGINIA WOOLF She had words in her heart which she released thru her fingertips.
EVELI ACOSTA
She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent h... ARUNDHATI ROY I'm sure Laura Bush will be getting a lot of advice from her mother-in- law.
EDITH MAYO Pierced in a vital spot, shrieking in concert with the birds of prey, wretched, crushed, prostrate, ...
ATHARVA VEDA Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of...
HENRY WILLIAMSON He told her the flowers in her painting contained exactly the purple substance of the flowers on the...
SARAH HALL
She can do anything she wants in her house, ... But it is a gilded cage. DAVID NOVAK Birds are everywhere in our literature, a part, it seems, of our collective poetic imagination. If w...
LYNN THOMSON Her hair burst from her head like a fireworks shell erupting, framing her face in spray of red-blond...
DENNIS VICKERS Heat roared within him. Greedy heat. He wanted her....
She was in over her head, and it seemed...
ERIN KELLISON We played Laura way too much. But we are a better team with her in the lineup. It hurts not having h...
JEFF WHITNEY
For the poor wren
(The most diminutive of birds) will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, again... WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke. ARUNDHATI ROY Hunter versus prey, and the look in his eyes told her, in no uncertain terms, eating her alive was a...
KELLY MORAN
June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,
In vain w... LUCY LARCOM
When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, ... WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT I think it was my way of making her look beautiful every day and from the moment her hair was long e...
DEENA EBRIGHT
Katana is a trained, disciplined martial artist. She removes herself from Birds of Prey to go on a p... ANN NOCENTI
She wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the law...
ROMAN PAYNE Laura brings a tremendous amount of talent and commitment to her new post. Southern Voice readers wi...
CHRIS CRAIN
Within the midnight of her hair, Half-hidden in its deepest deeps. BARRY CORNWALL Within the midnight of her hair, Half-hidden in its deepest deeps.
BARRY CORNWALL (PSEUDONYM OF BRYAN WALLER PROCTER) I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.
MELODY LEE
Evening by eveningAmong the Brookside rushes,
Laura bow'd her head to hear,
Lizzie v...
CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a... HENRY MILLER
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, / Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; / Regardless ... THOMAS GRAY Hot, hard and so thick that her fingertips didn't meet when she closed her hand around him.
MELJEAN BROOK I got to the door and heard crackling, smelled smoke and felt intense heat. I took two to three step...
JIM SHERMAN Laura could win a point with a passing shot or she could volley her way to a point. She is a skilled...
DICK PIRETTI
An old cat sports not with her prey. GEORGE HERBERT felt the solidarity of all of you ... by caresses on her hair, holding of her hand, praying with her...
TERRI SCHIAVO The gaping hole in her heart is amplified when she catches a glimpse of the strands of silver hair f...
RAQUEL CEPEDA
Here comes February, a little girl with her first valentine, a red bow in her wind-blown hair, a kis... HAL BORLAND
A woman's body is a sacred temple. A work of art, and a life-giving vessel. And once she becomes a m... SUZY KASSEM
And yonder sits a maiden,
The fairest of the fair,
With gold in her garment glittering,
... HEINRICH HEINE
She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to t... CARRIE FISHER
My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the...
ROMAN PAYNE
But she is vanish'd to her shady home
Under the deep, inscrutable; and there
Weeps in a midnig... THOMAS HOOD
Nurtured by negative circumstances, braiding raging tornadoes in her hair, she held her head high, w... CURTIS TYRONE JONES
My subconscious is furious, medusa-like in her anger, hair flying, her hands clenched around her fac... E.L. JAMES
As a man, I instantly became aware of the gold in her hair, her height measured against mine, and ho... COLLEEN HOUCK
My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the...
ROMAN PAYNE
you left and i wanted you still
yet i deserved someone
who was willing to stay
RUPI KAUR She had about her a strong smell of hair-spray and her lunch-time whisky.
ELIZABETH TAYLOR Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.
LAURIE LEE
Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her... SUSAN WIGGS
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey. JEAN RACINE
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey. JEAN BAPTISTE RACINE Her eyebrows are clipped parentheses, and she paints her face for the last days of the Weimar Republ...
PAUL GARDNER
Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky. LAINI TAYLOR
Those golden birds that, in the spice-time, drop
About the gardens, drunk with that sweet food
... THOMAS MOORE It’s not her shape,
her face, or her hair
that makes her beautiful.
Neither is it t...
PIERRE ALEX JEANTY
The city is loveliest when the sweet death racket begins. Her own life lived in defiance of nature, ... HENRY MILLER Auntie Wu took special pride in two of her accomplishments--the sons she bore and the flowers she gr...
KAY HONEYMAN
What can I give you, Aislinn? Shall I weave flowers into your hair?"He opened his hand, lettin...
MELISSA MARR She had the blood of the sun running through her veins and the dust of stars at her fingertips. Her ...
HUBERT MARTIN
I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than... NICOLAS CAGE
She rides the sandworm of space!She guides through all storms
Into the land of gentle win...
FRANK HERBERT Donna was not in the rescue business. This was kind of thrust upon her. All the birds that were evac...
JINX SCOGIN Men prey on a girl like her, so pretty and innocent,
ELEANOR COOPER
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds JOHN MILTON The wondrous beauty of the flowers grant pleasure never forgotten
SYLVIA MORGAN
She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meetin... LAINI TAYLOR
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from... VICTOR HUGO He fell in love with her hair and married the whole girl, soon he was without hair.
DR HITESH C SHETH We have a stove in there. It's exactly like the school she describes in her book. We twist hay to pu...
BOB SULLIVAN Zoe was wearing a yello batik cotton dress, her typewriter keys bracelet, plaid sneakers, and glitte...
CHRISTINE BRODIEN-JONES There is a conspiracy of her prophets in the midst thereof, like a roaring lion ravening the prey; t...
BIBLE
I'll remember the heat, and I'll remember walking up the 18th with Laura. PHILO Why, the club was just the quietest place in the world, a place where a woman could run in to brush ...
KATHLEEN THOMPSON NORRIS
She re-marked her lips with her lipstick. I saw sprays of silver in her coarse hair. I saw inscripti... STEPHANIE DANLER
But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mi... SUZANNE COLLINS
Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was b... CASSANDRA CLARE Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious, her eyes sparkled, and her tits were even more fantastic.
ALICE CLAYTON
March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice. HAL BORLAND He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.
TERESA MEDEIROS
Miriam - I'll give you any flowers you want!' Rhapsodising over the thousand scents of her body, I e... J.G. BALLARD Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing h...
SARA GRUEN I remember problems with Josephine because her hair was in the way.
DENNIS RADER Jazz hadn't given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he'd to...
BARRY LYGA I don't know Laura Bush. But she seems to be calm, and she has a sparkle in her eye, which is go...
TERESA HEINZ [He said he located her face in the stands by seeing her blonde hair.] I could see her smiling, ... ...
TEDY BRUSCHI She's a predator and she wants her prey. And that prey is my grandson. She'll go to any length to ge...
JUDY HAYLES
Mindfulness is not the path of chasing. It is the path of beautification. When flowers blossom, the ... AMIT RAY I watch her as she leaves. Everything about her is fluid as a river. Her messy hair, her xylophone v...
LISA ANN SANDELL
Love in her sunny eyes does basking play;/ Love walks the pleasant mazes of her hair;/ Love does on ... ABRAHAM COWLEY
She remembered her fingers threaded through his hair and his kisses in places that made her long for... WHITNEY OTTO
You’ll know her by a crown of stars and flowers, and then when you take her to your bed and claim ... RICHELLE MEAD
What I remember most about junior homecoming was my date getting sick afterwards. That kinda sucked.... JAMES LAFFERTY
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair... SUSAN POLIS SCHUTZ The black crow thinketh her own birds white
GAVIN DOUGLAS When I was a child growing up in the city, you never saw hawks. It's now quite common to see large b...
ADRIAN BENEPE
Attired to please herself: no gems of any kind
She wore, nor aught of borrowed gloss in Nature's ... TERENCE (PUBLIUS TERENTIUS AFER)
What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are stillswolle...
VERONICA ROTH [talking about his new wife, Laura]
Angus the Groom: Ignore her. She's drunk. At least I hope s...
FOUR WEDDINGS AND A FUNERAL You can see her sitting there on her father's tombstone; see his spirit brushing her hair.
ANGELA GREEN When I signed her up the first day, they didn't ask her to change her hair.
LORIE MURPHY
I'm kind of a jock. I sail, I ride a bike, I hike, I pump iron. I just love to be active. 
I definitely want to win a gold medal, that should be everybody's goal. 
The women are stepping up their degree of difficulty more than the men. A lot of us do the same dive... 
I think there's nothing that can drive you more than a huge dream or a huge challenge. 
There's something about sitting face-to-face with an attorney in an office that enables people t... 
Many states favor joint custody. 
I think if you're going to be in a relationship with someone, you need to be able to share the r... 
Children are not a right, they are a privileged obligation. 
Psychology doesn't like to talk about evil. It likes to talk about bad childhoods. But I very mu... 
Art indeed is a term referring to the social source and to the social utility of creative acts. 
You can always turn a bad kisser into a good one. 
Free love sounds great. 
I moved to Milan when I was 15. I was always looking for something; I never really felt like I belon... 