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
I'm a very simple man. You've got to have, like, a computer nowadays to turn the TV on and off... and the nightmare continues.
Ozzy Osbourne
Black Sabbath
Ignorance makes most men go into a political party, and shame keeps them from getting out of it.
E. F. L. Wood, 1st Earl of Halifax
You are free to choose. You are not free not to choose. No choice is a choice. You are free to choose but you are not free to choose the consequences of that choice.
Adrian Rogers
I have always been an obsessive reader - I remember going back and forth to the local library with stacks of books taller than I was.
Lisa Kleypas
Social media might one day offer a dazzling, and even overwhelming, array of source material for historians.
Jenna Wortham
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
