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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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
Readers want to see, hear, feel, smell the action of your story, even if that action is just two people having a quiet conversation.
Nancy Kress
I don't read novels, but my semiotics study influenced everything about the way I read and edit and write.
Ira Glass
I feel like, growing up, I watched football, obviously, and you see great players, and as a fan, you want to watch the best you can possibly watch, and you want to see what's capable of being made.
J. J. Watt
The dons of Oxford and Cambridge are too busy educating the young men to be able to teach them anything.
Samuel Butler
Some of those men in power, we just have to change their faces because we're not going to change their minds.
Patricia Ireland
I'm a huge believer in evolution (not in the sense that 'it happened' – anybody who doesn't believe that is either uninformed or crazy, but in the sense 'the processes of evolution are really fundamental, and should probably be at least thought about in pretty much any context').
Linus Torvalds
Why would you want to dictate somebody else's taste or happiness? Music is supposed to be joyful and move people, and however that gets accomplished for different people, it's all good.
Chris Stapleton
There were a few people who got jobs in Limerick, a big barrel on wheels, and it was a barrel that went back and forth, and a shovel and a broom. So, they went around shoveling the horseshit into this barrel. So, you got that job when you were around 15, and then you got to retire at the age of 65, with a pension. A small pension. So that would be 50 years of shoveling horseshit. And I was advised very seriously that I should get that job.
Malachy McCourt
Rain Soft rain, summer rain Whispers from bushes, whispers from trees. Oh, how lovely and full of blessing To dream and be satisfied. I was so long in the outer brightness, I am not used to this upheaval: Being at home in my own soul, Never to be led elsewhere. I want nothing, I long for nothing, I hum gently the sounds of childhood, And I reach home astounded In the warm beauty of dreams. Heart, how torn you are, How blessed to plow down blindly, To think nothing, to know nothing, Only to breathe, only to feel.
Hermann Hesse
Anything - a destination, a person - that has some mystery around it becomes exciting and attractive.
Cam Gigandet
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