Celia Thaxter (Celia Laighton Thaxter) Quotes
O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.
Celia Thaxter
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I would love to fly privately, but unfortunately, I don't. I don't summer anywhere either.
Christina Ricci
I was sure 'Summer Heights High' would be a cult ABC thing; I had no idea it would be such a big hit.
Chris Lilley
I realized if I'm not really making an album, I don't have to be concerned about things like stylistic consistency, pacing, a coherent mood. All that stuff goes out the window.
John Oates
Daryl Hall & John Oates
In the years that I have been an actress, I have told the story of my life many times, and I get tired of it, so sometimes I change it a little. That is, I change the mood. If I am feeling sad, then I remember to tell only the sad things. If I am feeling happy, then I can remember only to tell all the good things.
Danielle Darrieux
As I see it, the debate between summer vacation vs. year-round school glosses over the most important questions. Namely, how can we bring play back to our nation's schools?
Darell Hammond
Spring and summer in Pittsburgh mean outdoor festivals.
Bill Dedman
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Barbara O'Neal
It's my obligation to ensure that we have the legislative framework in place so key law enforcement agencies can do their jobs.
Anne McLellan
Octavia Butler often described herself as an outsider, but within science fiction, she was loved as an insider, someone who was a fan first and came to S.F. writing as an enthusiastic reader.
Karen Joy Fowler
I made two rings for myself, and when I was in Los Angeles, I walked into a store called Maxfields, and they essentially bought them off my hands.
Waris Ahluwalia
The only really respectable Protestants are the fundamentalists. Unfortunately, they are also palpable idiots.
H. L. Mencken
O brief, bright smile of summer! O days divine and dear The voices of winter's sorrow Already we can hear. And we know that the frosts will find us, And the smiling skies grow rude, While we look in the face of Beauty, And worship her every mood.
Celia Thaxter