Caroline Pafford Miller Quotes
The little unknown thing was growing within her as suddenly and softly as the first touch of spring on the maples. It was putting out its hidden, watery roots as simply and surely as little cypresses take root in a stretch of swamp water away off yonder. It was coming upon her as quietly as the dark came up from the woods at night and hushed in the little clearing, closing every chink of every shutter tight with nothing. Impulses swelled within her, swelled her body fit to burst; yet they did not come out in words, nor song, nor in any sign.
Caroline Pafford Miller
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They say my verse is sad: no wonder.Its narrow measure spansRue for eternity, and sorrowNot mine, but man's.This is for all ill-treated fellowsUnborn and unbegot,For them to read when they're in troubleAnd I am not.
A. E. Housman
Everything happens for a reason and a purpose, and it serves you.
Anthony Robbins
Jamais nous ne goûtons de parfaite allégresse:Nos plus heureux succès sont mêlés de tristesse.
Pierre Corneille
For a young person, anybody who's sorting out and trying to make a life for himself or herself, to have the opportunity each day to set down - sit down and then set down thoughts, words - it's a crucial, crucial way of staying alive, of not allowing yourself and not allowing the culture outside yourself to totally dominate your life.
John Edgar Wideman
I really like and singing, and songwriting and producing. It depends on the song and the mood and who I'm working with, what the song is about and where it came from, any number of things affect the levels of creativity. I try not to do too much delineating with my art. Really, it's art, so for me I don't have a most, I just really enjoy my entire process.
Lalah Hathaway
The little unknown thing was growing within her as suddenly and softly as the first touch of spring on the maples. It was putting out its hidden, watery roots as simply and surely as little cypresses take root in a stretch of swamp water away off yonder. It was coming upon her as quietly as the dark came up from the woods at night and hushed in the little clearing, closing every chink of every shutter tight with nothing. Impulses swelled within her, swelled her body fit to burst; yet they did not come out in words, nor song, nor in any sign.
Caroline Pafford Miller