“I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.” RememberNatureFireTreeHundredBreathsLovelyDawnSunsetLakesHikingThreadRecallsTrailsSilkForests And TreesPine TreesCedarsSaffronNature WalkMountain Lakes Author:Hamlin Garland
“The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart to English ground. A lovely river, all alone, She lingers in the hills and holds A hundred little towns of stone, Forgotten in the western wolds.” HeartLittlesSoundWaterMy HeartHundredRiversStonesTownsWesternForgottenLovelyHillsMeadowsAll AloneHushBrakeLittle TownsMinglingSound Of Water Book:Hilaire Belloc: An Anthology of His Prose and Verse Source: Hilaire Belloc: An Anthology of His Prose and Verse
“Bloomberg weighed three hundred pounds. This itself was historical. I revered his weight. It was an affirmation of humanity's reckless potential; it went beyond legend and returned through mist to the lovely folly of history. To weigh three hundred pounds. What devout vulgarity.” HumanityThreeHundredWeightHistoricalLovelyFollyPoundsLegendsAffirmationRecklessMistVulgarity Book:End Zone Source: End Zone
“Name me, if you can, a better feeling than the one you get when you've half a bottle of Chivas in the bag with a gram of coke up your nose and a teenage lovely pulling off her tube top in the next seat over while you're doing a hundred miles an hour in a suburban side street.” IfsFeelingsNextNamesSidesHoursHalfStreetsHundredMilesLovelyNosesSeatsBagsBottlesPullingTeenageTubesCokeHedonism Author:P. J. O'Rourke
“Let me tell you about the end of the world. It happened fifty years ago. Maybe a hundred. And since then it's been lovely. I mean it. Nobody tries to bother you. You can relax. You know what? I like the end of the world.” KnowsWorldTryingYearsMeanEndsHappenedHundredYears AgoLet MeLovelyBotherFiftyRelaxApocalypseEnd Of The World Book:334 Source: 334
“Her thoughts ran away to her girlhood with its passionate longing for adventure and she remembered the arms of men that had held her when adventure was a possible thing for her. Particularly she remembered one who had for a time been her lover and who in the moment of his passion had cried out to her more than a hundred times, saying the same words madly over and over: "You dear! You dear! You lovely dear!" The words, she thought, expressed something she would have liked to have achieved in life.” MenMomentsPassionAdventureArmsLoversHundredLongingDearPassionateLovelyRememberedRanOver YouCriedGirlhood Book:Winesburg, Ohio Source: Winesburg, Ohio