Celia Thaxter (Celia Laighton Thaxter) Quotes
Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof. Take that Poppy seed, for instance: it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter, hardly visible, a speck, a pin's point in bulk, but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.
Celia Thaxter
Quotes to Explore
Your ancestors invaded Macedonia and the rest of Greece and did us great harm, though we had done them no prior injury; … and I have been appointed leader of the Greeks …
Arrian
Dearest,although everything has happened,nothing has happened.
Anne Sexton
There was a real conflation of hero and victim in the wake of 9/11, in our perverse desire to create a triumphant myth out of pure tragedy.
Jess Walter
I have several books I can read over and over. With fiction, it's 'The Stand' by Stephen King, which is my favorite all time. I read that at least once a year, the version which has 100,000 extra words, which is like the director's cut and unabridged. I love the story. I love the social connotation to it.
Corey Taylor
Stone Sour
The passage of time is likely to make high-speed rail more and more desirable, making it critical that politicians of today think ahead to tomorrow.
Anthony Albanese
My process of songwriting comes from a very real place: a place that when you watch 'American Idol' - God bless it, it's probably an awesome experience that these people are having, but it's not a real one.
Linda Perry
4 Non Blondes
I hate vacations. If you can build buildings, why sit on the beach?
Philip Johnson
He that will learn to pray, let him go to sea.
George Herbert
The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.
Ray Bradbury
Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof. Take that Poppy seed, for instance: it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter, hardly visible, a speck, a pin's point in bulk, but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.
Celia Thaxter
