| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 310aa38 | hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon. | descriptive-writing love-of-home | Khaled Hosseini | |
| 30bce1f | War is our backyard, famine our feast. Most fear the wind of our wings and even, in their hurt, pray for life. Only a few, a very few, truly pray for death. But we answer all their prayers with the same coin. | descriptive-writing metaphor | Jane Yolen |