Andrew X. Pham Quotes
His ashes were scattered on the sea he never finished crossing.
Andrew X. Pham
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We are accustomed in England to chalk in rolling downs, except where bitten into by the sea, but elsewhere it is riven and presents cliffs, and these cliffs are not at all like that of Shakespeare at Dover but overhang, where hard beds alternate with others that are friable.
Sabine Baring-Gould
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An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather.
Washington Irving
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The praising thy mercy. There hath not been here; O supreme Ruler; There hath not been; there will not be, One so good as the Lord. There hath not been born in the day of the people Any one equal to God. And no one will acknowledge Any one equal to him. Above heaven, below heaven, There is no Ruler but he. Above sea, below sea, He created us.
Taliesin
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She plunged into a sea of platitudes, and with the powerful breast stroke of a channel swimmer made her confident way towards the white cliffs of the obvious.
W. Somerset Maugham
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There is enough sadness in life without having fellows like Gussie Fink-Nottle going about in sea boots.
P. G. Wodehouse
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There were many seas. The sea roared like a tiger. The sea whispered in your ear like a friend telling you secrets. The sea clinked like small change in a pocket. The sea thundered like avalanches. The sea hissed like sandpaper working on wood. The sea sounded like someone vomiting. The sea was dead silent.
Yann Martel
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This indigested vomit of the Sea,Fell to the Dutch by Just Propriety.
Andrew Marvell
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Howbeit, though no scholar, I am not one of those who misuse the English speech, and, being foolishly led by the hasty custom of scriveners and printers to write the letters 'T' and 'H' joined together, which resembleth a 'Y,' do incontinently jump to the conclusion the THE is pronounced 'Ye,'-the like of which I never heard in all England.
Bret Harte
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I never enjoyed writing a book more; indeed, it is the only one I remember in no sense as a labor but as a joy.
John Kenneth Galbraith
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Drum on your drums, batter on your banjos, sob on the long cool winding saxophones. Go to it, O jazzmen.
Carl Sandburg
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His ashes were scattered on the sea he never finished crossing.
Andrew X. Pham