William Cullen Bryant Quotes
Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines!
In the soft light of these serenest skies;
From the broad highland region, black with pines,
Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise,
Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold
In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.
William Cullen Bryant
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Humor reminds you, when you're flattened by sorrow, that you're still human.
Elizabeth McCracken
Only you can allow yourself to be angry.
Amy Sarig King
I feel like a lot of the industry and media portray this image of what beautiful is, or how you should dress, or how you should look, and I don't think it's healthy.
Jessie J
I think I'm going to have a lot of trouble.
Eddie Slovik
The kind of young woman who can be a terrific torchbearer has high standards all the time, not just in her prom dress, but every, ordinary day.
Margaret D. Nadauld
Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines!
In the soft light of these serenest skies;
From the broad highland region, black with pines,
Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise,
Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold
In rosy flushes on the virgin gold.
William Cullen Bryant
