Enoch Powell Quotes
While yesteryear I tarriedIn a garden in the south,I met a youth who carriedA rose-bud in his mouth.I gave him chase and caught him,And would not set him free,But held him and besought himTo give the flower to me.He smiled, and broke a petalAnd laid it in my hand-It seared like molten metal,And here is yet the brand.
Enoch Powell
Quotes to Explore
In plotting a book, my goal is to raise the stakes for the characters and, in so doing, keep the reader mesmerized.
Barbara Delinsky
I don't want to be 'Halsey: America's Sweetheart,' or 'Halsey: Bad Girl.' If you can sum up my career in a clickbait headline, I've done something wrong.
Halsey
It seems to me that politicians ought to use the same words as other people.
Barney Frank
Throughout my whole swimming career, I've never been disqualified once. I've never been warned once.
Cameron van der Burgh
It was not until I was in my forties, in the fifth decade of my life, that the sense of place, the spirit of place, became of paramount importance to me. It was then that I began my travels, that I discovered, through photography, the quality of light, and that I gradually became able to paint the mood of place.
Barbara Cooney
One good thing is I was instilled with really good values. My mom treats everyone the same.
Carlene Carter
Everybody should be free to love and marry who they want.
Jane Goldman
Whole foods like grains and beans release their sugar very, very slowly because of the fiber in them, and they don't give you a sugar rush. They feed your cells as needed, and as a result, you have loads of stable energy that powers you through the day.
Kathy Freston
I don't remember when I didn't know about Martin Luther King.
Lennie James
Enjoyment of the work consists in participation in the creative state of the artist.
Martin Heidegger
When writers for adults contemplate Venice, they behold decay, dereliction and death. Thomas Mann, Daphne du Maurier, L. P. Hartley and Salley Vickers have all dispatched hapless protagonists to Italy, where they see Venice - and die.
Jan Mark
While yesteryear I tarriedIn a garden in the south,I met a youth who carriedA rose-bud in his mouth.I gave him chase and caught him,And would not set him free,But held him and besought himTo give the flower to me.He smiled, and broke a petalAnd laid it in my hand-It seared like molten metal,And here is yet the brand.
Enoch Powell
