Celia Thaxter (Celia Laighton Thaxter) Quotes
Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I.
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I can find in my undergraduate classes, bright students who do not know that the stars rise and set at night, or even that the Sun is a star.
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I do not suppose I shall be remembered for anything. But I don't think about my work in those terms. It is just as vulgar to work for the sake of posterity as to work for the sake of money.
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No foreigner has a place asking another people, another country, to change their constitution.
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I seemed to have been born reading.
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I guess I'd be put in the ID politics camp. But there is really nothing in the world-view of, say, Bernie Sanders I actually disagree with. I'd like a guaranteed income, single-payer health care, a stronger safety net, etc. The problem is the temptation to paper over historically fraught issues to achieve that is tempting.
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Foreign politicians don't have resources - or limited resources. It's useless dealing with them.
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I think there's a couple of things going on. One is that Trump's relationship with his base is not the traditional relationship of a politician and the people who elected him, and the constituency, which is a relationship of some accountability, right? The idea is that the politicians are working for the people. They're public servants.
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I was kind of an unhappy kid. I always felt like a cynical New Yorker trapped in a little kid's body. I started to get some pretty bad anxiety disorders around puberty, which totally did not work with growing up a mile away from the beach. I started cutting my own hair.
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I should learn the language of a politician - give away as little and keep the rest to yourself. Not lie, I just want to be more guarded.
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I will not say the fact that there are no European Union observers at an election means that it will not be fair and free.
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I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't, I would die.
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I'd like to consider myself a versatile skater and I like to skate to different kinds of music.
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In basketball, there's a lot of pushing, grabbing, and shoving going on that nobody else sees. That's why I'm training with MMA fighter Donald 'Cowboy' Cerrone.
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I can't imagine what it would be like being James Bond 24 hours. That must be exhausting.
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I like to sit down, relax, have a cup of coffee on the terrace and read a book. I like to travel the world - and I'm lucky to see so much through cycling.
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Abstraction is one of the greatest visionary tools ever invented by human beings to imagine, decipher, and depict the world.
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To me, the word 'hero' hasn't got positive or negative value - 'hero' is the person who leads you through the story.
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Part of me wonders what it would have been like to have had my first experience of India in a normal way, rather than through the eyes of a film.
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And you couldn’t control who you loved, even if you wanted to. That had been Genevieve’s problem with Ethan Carter Wate. It had been Uncle Macon’s problem with Lila, Link’s with Ridley. Probably even Ridley’s with Link. Love was how all these knots started to unravel in the first place.
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An unlimited America was the vision for the nation set forth by our Founding Fathers. It is the vision enshrined in those two great charters of freedom: our Declaration of Independence and our Constitution. Many of America's most intractable problems stem from the fact that we have strayed from that vision - and lost direction.
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Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.
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There's a clip where he had someone miming me running around from keyboard to keyboard. Oh dear, I am sure a lot of people didn't know what he was going on about.
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Across the narrow beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I; And fast I gather, bit by bit, The scattered drift-wood, bleached and dry, The wild waves reach their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs high, As up and down the beach we flit, One little sand-piper and I.
