1. The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.

    Samuel Beckett

    3 loves

  2. Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

    E. E. Cummings

    2 loves

  3. I'm as pure as the driven slush.

    Tallulah Bankhead

    3 loves

  4. I've never really liked knees.

    Yves St Laurent

    3 loves