Ella Wheeler Wilcox Quotes
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September.Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Quotes to Explore
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I love my wife, I love my kids.
Ted McGinley -
Once you are a model, you do have to fly a million red-eye flights, and you do have to entertain a different client every single day.
Cameron Russell -
Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.
Samuel Johnson -
For the record, I have long suspected that my favorite book is actually 'Charlotte's Web.'
Gabrielle Zevin -
No one rises so high as he who knows not whither he is going.
Oliver Cromwell -
Dancing has always been a passion of mine.
Rachele Brooke Smith
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I don't have a definition for depression. I'm productive, and that's not a sign of depression, right? And I don't have weeks where I don't leave my bed. It seems like depressed people have those.
Tao Lin -
The greatest thing about being in a band, and the strength of having companionship and collaboration, is also the thing that makes a band break up because then you begin to feel confined. Like, who am I as an individual, as a writer, as a performer?
Karen Fairchild Little Big Town -
New York for a long time was a kind of conductor's graveyard.
Zubin Mehta -
All men ought to think of Christ, because of what Christ will yet do to all men. He shall come again one day to this earth with power and glory, and raise the dead from their graves. All shall come forth at His bidding. Those who would not move when they heard the church-going bell, shall obey the voice of the Archangel and the trump of God.
J. C. Ryle -
Kabir Khan is a director who goes out of his way to make his actors comfortable. He's very chilled out. He makes the environment on set very casual and friendly.
Nawazuddin Siddiqui -
I think some people like me because I'm different. I don't think like everybody else. People are so tied up in the worst parts of technology these days. They live a life pressing buttons. They don't use their imaginations.
Iris Apfel
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That's been the most exciting part of the show - incorporating the magic and the acrobats and the singing and dancing to make our 'Pippin.'
Patina Miller -
Detroit is right now a new Mecca for Hip Hop.
Obie Trice -
When Nandita expressed a desire to write about me, I couldn't stop her because she's my wife, but she has forgotten who she is.
Om Puri -
Animals play a big part in my life, on tour or at home.
Aaron Carter -
I hated the fact that I had to read 'Moby-Dick' as a senior in high school.
Nathaniel Philbrick -
I always have the feeling in these low states that something good is about to happen. That's when I feel the fullest, the rawest, the closest to myself.
Nastassja Kinski
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I've left Bethlehem, and I feel free. I've left the girl I was supposed to be, and some day I'll be born.
Paula Cole -
But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.
Liane Moriarty -
When I was a kid, I remember the fear of going into big brand stores. You didn't want to go in because you felt like you couldn't afford anything.
Jonathan Anderson -
I became exclusively an American League fan when they instituted the DH rule, and will remain so until the National League moves out of the dark ages.
W. P. Kinsella -
My life's long radiant Summer halts at last, And lo! beside my path way I behold Pursuing Autumn glide: nor frost nor cold Has heralded her presence; but a vast Sweet calm that comes not till the year has passed Its fevered solstice, and a tinge of gold Subdues the vivid colouring of bold And passion-hued emotions. I will cast My August days behind me with my May, Nor strive to drag them into Autumn's place, Nor swear I hope when I do but remember. Now violet and rose have had their day, I'll pluck the soberer asters with good grace And call September nothing but September.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox