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“That to this mountain-daisy's self were known The beauty of its star-shaped shadow, thrown On the smooth surface of this naked stone!”

Self Stars Known Mountain Shadow Stones Surface Naked Thrown Smooth Daisies

Author:William Wordsworth

“Out of the debris of a statue thoroughly shattered a new art work is born: a naked foot unforgettably resting on a stone; a candid hand; a bent knee which contains all the speed of the foot race; a torso which has no face to prevent us from loving it.”

Art Hands Faces Born Race Feet Stones Speed Naked Knees Bent Statues Shattered Candid Debris Torso

Author:Stephanie Crayencour

“O naked flower of my lips, you lie! I await a thing unknown or perhaps, unaware of the mystery and your cries you give, O lips, the supreme tortured moans of a childhood groping among its reveries to sort out finally its cold precious stones.”

Giving Lying Mystery Childhood Cry Flower Cold Stones Lips Supreme Naked Reverie Precious Stones

Author:Stephane Mallarme

“I have a low opinion of books; they are but piles of stones set up to show coming travelers where other minds have been, or at best signal smokes to call attention. No amount of word-making will ever make a single soul to know these mountains. As well seek to warm the naked and frostbitten by lectures on caloric and pictures of flame. One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books.”

Knows Mind Wells Has Beens Book Soul Shows Attention Opinion Amount One Day Mountain Lows Stones Warm Naked Smoke Flames Traveler Signals Exposure Lectures

Book:The Wilderness World of John Muir

Source: The Wilderness World of John Muir

“Since the first human eye saw a leaf in Devonian sandstone and a puzzled finger reached to touch it, sadness has lain over the heart of man. By this tenuous thread of living protoplasm, stretching backward into time, we are linked forever to lost beaches whose sands have long since hardened into stone. The stars that caught our blind amphibian stare have shifted far or vanished in their courses, but still that naked, glistening thread winds onward. No one knows the secret of its beginning or its end. Its forms are phantoms. The thread alone is real; the thread is life.”

Source: The Firmament of Time: A Library of America eBook Classic

“He hated the men floating in sleep in the big stone houses. Because their lives were ordered and their rooms tidy. Because they got up every morning and did their public work. Because they weren't going to dynamite their factories and have naked parties in the fire.”

Men Bigs House Sleep Rooms Party Morning Fire Stones Naked Hated Factories Every Morning Floating Tidy Dynamite

Book:The Favourite Game

Source: The Favourite Game

“We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison of stone rather than reduced to immaterial souls like those that now rattled within our skulls. The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try.”

Feels Trying Soul Moments Wish Decision Regret Stones Prison Flesh Naked Fearful Trapped No Point Skulls Rotting Crumbling Irreversible

Author:Ekaterina Sedia

“Orion brightened. "I have an idea." "Yes?" said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained. "Why don't we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn't work, you could search my naked body for some mysterious birthmark that means I am actually the prince of somewhere or other.”

Ifs Looks Mean Said Ideas Body Wish Magic Stones Naked Mysterious Grants Sparks Daring Artemis Fowl Artemis Fowl Orion Birthmarks

Author:Eoin Colfer

“There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.”

Source: Hush, Hush

“His touch both consoles and devastates me; I feel my heart pulse, then wither, naked as a stone on the roaring mattress while the lovely, moony night slides through the window to dapple the flanks of this innocent who makes cages to keep the sweet birds in. Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden, I go back and back to him to have his fingers strip the tattered skin away and clothe me in his dress of water, this garment that drenches me, its slithering odour, its capacity for drowning.”