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“Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.”

Break Sea Cold Ocean Stones Tongue Arise Gray

Author:Alfred Lord Tennyson

“Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from the fiery noon and eve's one star, Sat gray-haired Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair.”

Stills Stars Silence Sadness Healthy Quiet Stones Breaths Rounds Sat Gray Noon Fiery Shady Saturn

Author:John Keats

“The gray-green stretch of sandy grass,Indefinitely desolate;A sea of lead, a sky of slate;Already autumn in the air, alas!One stark monotony of stone,The long hotel, acutely white,Against the after-sunset lightWithers gray-green, and takes the grass's tone.”

Long White Air Sea Sky Stones Green Grass Tone Sunset Hotel Autumn Gray Alas Starks Slate Monotony Desolate Sandy

Author:Arthur Symons

“I went into my own black-out period which lasted two or three years where the canvases would simply build up until they'd get like stone and it was always just a gray mess. The image wouldn't emerge, but I worked pretty regularly. I was fighting to find I knew not what, but I could no longer stay with what I had.”

Years Two Fighting Three Black My Own Periods Stones Mess Gray Three Years

Author:Lee Krasner

“A silence, the brief Sabbath of an hour, Reigns o'er the fields; the laborer sits within His dwelling; he has left his steers awhile, Unyoked, to bite the herbage, and his dog Sleeps stretched beside the door-stone in the shade. Now the gray marmot, with uplifted paws, No more sits listening by his den, but steals Abroad, in safety, to the clover-field, And crops its juicy-blossoms.”

Left Hours Sleep Silence Doors Dog Fields Listening Stones Safety Stealing Gray Shade Bites Reign Crops Dwelling Steers Sabbath Laborers Paws Dens Juicy Clovers

Author:William C. Bryant

“November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.”

Running Behinds Morning Sun Tree Wall Red Stones Rising Silver Gray Chill November Cardinals Squirrels Stone Walls Scallops

Book:The Shape of a Year

Source: The Shape of a Year

“Evening of a hot day started the little wind to moving among the leaves. The shade climbed up the hills toward the top. On the sand banks the rabbits sat as quietly as little gray, sculptured stones.”

Littles Moving Wind Stones Hot Evening Hills Sat Sand Gray Shade Mice Rabbits Hot Days

Book:Of Mice and Men

Source: Of Mice and Men

“And yet every so often, the heart of America, shuddering with indignation, sends a nervous spasm through the gentle back of the Andes, and tumultuous shock waves assault the surface of the land. Three times the cuppola of proud Santo Domingo has collapsed from on high to the rhythm of broken bones and its worn walls have opened and fallen too. But the foundations they rest on are unmoved, the great blocks of the Temple of the Sun exhibit their gray stone indifferently; however colossal the disaster befalling its oppressor, not one of its huge rocks shifts from its place.”

“... I see the green earth covered with the works of man or with the ruins of men’s work. The pyramids weigh down the earth, the tower of Babel has pierced the sky, the lovely temples and the gray castles have fallen into ruins. But of all those things which hands have built, what hasn’t fallen nor ever will fall? Dear friends, throw away the trowel and mortarboard! Throw your masons’ aprons over your heads and lie down to build dreams! What are temples of stone and clay to the soul? Learn to build eternal mansions of dreams and visions!”

“I left the jutra to chop wood. I began my walk through the snow, five kilometers to the tree line. That's when I saw it. A tiny silver of gold appeared between shades of gray on the horizon. I stared at the amber band of sunlight, smiling. The sun had returned. I closed my eyes. I felt Andrius moving close. "I'll see you," he said. "Yes, I will see you," I whispered "I will." I reached into my pocket and squeezed the stone.”

Said Eye Moving Left Felt Lines Walks Sun Five Saws Tree Band Stones Gold Woods Tiny Snow Pockets Silver Horizon Gray Shade Sunlight Amber Shades Of Gray

Author:Ruta Sepetys

“Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. Gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. Your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. The city shudders, Stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. Star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. You are light and morning.”

Ends Done Light Eye Night House Lost Stars Dark Cities Steps Morning Streets Sweet Wind Mouths Stones Empty Breaths Breathe Awakening Hills Dawn Gray Warmth Breeze Empty Streets Trill

Author:Cesare Pavese

“I have something for you," he said. He dug into his pocket and brought out something, which he pressed into her hand. It was a gray stone, slightly uneven, worn to smoothness in spots. "Huh," said Clary, turning it over in her fingers. "You know, when most girls say they want a big rock, they don't mean, you know, literally a big rock.”

Knows Want Mean Said Hands Bigs Girl Rocks Stones Fingers Spots Pockets Gray Worn

Book:Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (3 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass

Source: Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (3 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass

“People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing gazing into the evening waters, His hands resting on old stones.”

People Hands Light Past Moving Water Church Dark Walks Sky Stones Saint Clouds Evening Bridges Gray Towers Dusk Gazing Granite Gray Skies

Author:Franz Kafka

“The rocks have a history; gray and weatherworn, they are veterans of many battles; they have most of them marched in the ranks of vast stone brigades during the ice age; they have been torn from the hills, recruited from the mountaintops, and marshaled on the plains and in the valleys; and now the elemental war is over, there they lie waging a gentle but incessant warfare with time and slowly, oh, so slowly, yielding to its attacks!”

Source: John Burroughs' America: Selections from the Writings of the Naturalist

“He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in his palm, thinking of all mysteries the world contained: layers of stone, concealed beneath the flesh of earth and grass; these dull rocks, with their glimmering hidden hearts.”

Thinking World Heart Earth Lasts Father Mystery Rocks Keys Stones Flesh Grass Dull Pockets Gray Layers Smooth Palms Concealed

Book:The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel

Source: The Memory Keeper's Daughter: A Novel