Willa Cather Quotes
In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he was growing older. His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry 'To-day, to-day,' like a child's.
Willa Cather
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There is a feeling, when you listen to radio, that it's one person, and they're talking to you, and you really feel their presence as one person.
Ira Glass
Majesty and love do not consort well together, nor do they dwell in the same place.
Ovid
Love isn't an emotion or an instinct - it's an art.
Mae West
Being a mom makes you far more compassionate. You have more empathy for people, more love. I was always taught to say thank you, and I'm very grateful. And my kids have that quality, too.
Florence Henderson
What do you think will happen in a forced marriage? With an uneducated man, an animal. What would I say, that I am already married? Why would I say it? I never accepted him as my husband in my heart or mind. How I spent a year and a half with him, only I know. And I only did it because of the child.
Qandeel Baloch
I didn't read comic books; that's not something that was really available to me as a child. We watched more cartoons and movies.
Candice Patton
I feel SF is going through an experimental phase right now.
Sarah Zettel
Reporters listen, photographers look. If you are doing your job seriously as a photojournalist, your sight must be the primary sense that you use at all times.
Bill Eppridge
I like to be other people, not me. And when you're on the red carpet, it's like, 'Here's Tom Hardy.' I don't want to be me. That's why I play other people.
Tom Hardy
Man is a two-legged animal without feathers.
Plato
In New Mexico, he always awoke a young man, not until he arose and began to shave did he realize that he was growing older. His first consciousness was a sense of the light dry wind blowing in through the windows, with the fragrance of hot sun and sage-brush and sweet clover; a wind that made one's body feel light and one's heart cry 'To-day, to-day,' like a child's.
Willa Cather
