The woman let out
The woman let out an expansive laugh that resounded through the house like a spray of broken glass. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Spray
I’m super careful with
I’m super careful with my skin and make sure to protect it. I always sit under an umbrella. And I’m a sunblock bully. If you’re on the beach with me, I will spray you down with SPF 50-plus. Eva Longoria
I have had my
I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame; I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame; But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves, Where the rainbows play in the flying spray, ‘Mid the keen salt kiss of the … Read more
Old sundial, you stand
Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base, Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb, And lay one flower-capped spray in grace, Without the asking on your cold, Unsmiling and unfrowning face. Eleanor Farjeon
Dialogue in fiction should
Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving towards the watcher on the shore. Edith Wharton
It is the omnipresent
It is the omnipresent rush of water which give the Este Gardens their peculiar character. From the Anio, drawn up the hillside at incalculable cost and labour, a thousand rills gush downward, terrace by terrace, channeling the stone rails of the balusters, leaping from step to step, dripping into mossy conches, flashing in spray from … Read more
The spirit of the
The spirit of the year, like bacchant crowned, With lighted torch goes careless on his way; And soon bursts into flame the maple’s spray, And vines are running fire along the ground. Edith M. Thomas
I\’m terrified of bugs
I’m terrified of bugs and I travel with sprays, lotions, potions; the lot. I have to check the room before I go to sleep and if I come across a bug and fail to remove it I have to sleep in a separate room as I’m paranoid that I’ll be taken advantage of as I … Read more
Tis not for golden
Tis not for golden eloquence I pray, A godlike tongue to move a stony heart– Methinks it were full well to be apart In solitary uplands far away, Betwixt the blossoms of a rosy spray, Dreaming upon the wonderful sweet face Of Nature, in a wild and pathless place. Frederick Tennyson
The robin flew from
The robin flew from his swinging spray of ivy on to the top of the wall and he opened his beak and sang a loud, lovely trill, merely to show off. Nothing in the world is quite as adorably lovely as a robin when he shows off – and they are nearly always doing it. … Read more