Celia Thaxter (Celia Laighton Thaxter) Quotes
The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.
Celia Thaxter
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Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.
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Daniel Cormier
Marxism is an interpretation of history which explains the progress of society as a product of the expansion of the forces of production of the material means of life, that is, the development of economy.
Earl Browder
I would love to have been around in the Keystone Studios days.
Sally Phillips
I know having a Jason Bourne all alone in a field firing at bad guys is much more dramatic, but it's not real.
Valerie Plame
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Nancy Kress
I can be a nice person, but if someone is messing with someone I care about, the tougher side comes out a little more.
Daniella Alonso
Sometimes when I'm dancing and don't put in enough hairspray, I wind up looking like a... what's the animal with needles? Porcupine.
Eva Simons
At every sound check, I try to practice on the stage that we're gonna play on that night, 'cause every stage is different. Whether it's concrete or whether it's plywood or whether it's Plexiglas, it all requires different things. You can't dance on concrete as well as you can dance on Plexiglas.
Thomas Rhett
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Wallace Stevens
We're beginning to realize that drowsiness or sleep deprivation, fatigue, is beginning to outstrip alcohol as a cause of accidents in transportation, particularly on the highway.
William C. Dement
The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm; At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped; With lulling murmur, and the air was warm, And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.
Celia Thaxter