I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.

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.

Nothing is so beautiful as spring - when weeds in wheels shoot long and lovely and lush Thrush's eggs look little low heavens and thrush through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring the ear it strikes like lightning to hear him sing.

Breathless we flung us on a windy hill Laughed in the sun and kissed the lovely grass.

I write in the morning I walk in the afternoon and I read in the evening. It's a very easy lovely life.

I love the smell of shampoo on a girl's hair. You can walk past someone and be like 'Wow you took a shower this morning didn't you? Because you smell lovely.'

It's lovely to have money to give away - that's the bonus of winning the Nobel.

I don't know what to do with it. I'm very fortunate to have it and it gives you room to maneuver. But the main thing about having money is it means you don't have to worry about it. And that for me is a lovely thing. It's not for fast cars and hookers.

Sensual pleasures have the fleeting brilliance of a comet a happy marriage has the tranquillity of a lovely sunset.

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

England is my home. London is my home. New York feels like if I have to spend a year living in an unfamiliar city this is a pretty lovely one to spend a year in but I will be going home at the end of it certainly.

I got a lovely check today from being a writer that I earned by sitting at home. That's rewarding.

Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy.

Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off.

Every year we celebrate the holy season of Advent O God. Every year we pray those beautiful prayers of longing and waiting and sing those lovely songs of hope and promise.

Billy is a funny cheeky lovely boy and I love being with him. Parenthood is terrifying though. I can barely walk past a building without panicking that it's going to collapse on his head.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root and in that freedom bold.