Betty MacDonald Quotes
It was Christmas Eve. Big snowflakes fluttered slowly through the air like white feathers and made all of the Heavenly Valley smooth and white and quiet and beautiful.
Tall fir trees stood up to their knees in snow and their outstretched hands were heaped with it. Those that were bare of leaves wore soft white fur on their scrawny, reaching arms and all the stumps and low bushes had been turned into fat white cupcakes.
Betty MacDonald
Quotes to Explore
Problems will disappear as darkness disappears with the onset of light.
Maharishi Mahesh Yogi
I have a grim outlook on the world, and in particular on humanity. Spent years denying it, but I am very misanthropic. And I live alone on a mountain for a reason.
Caleb Carr
If I had not been dyslexic, I wouldn't have needed sports. I would have been like every other kid. Instead, I found my one thing, and I was never going to let go of it. That little dyslexic kid is always in the back of your head.
Caitlyn Jenner
The Arab Spring I think we will look back whether it's two years, five years, ten or fifteen. And say it's a good thing.
Abdullah II of Jordan
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
Jack London
I don't believe in God, but I'm afraid of Him.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I been a cuppa Irish guys for 150 pounds.
Beetlejuice
"The flowers have appeared in our land: the time of pruning is come: the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land." When the soul, like the solitary turtle-dove, retires and recollects itself in meditation to converse with God, then the flowers, that is, good desires, appear; then comes the time of pruning, that is, the correction of faults that are discovered in mental prayer.
Alphonsus Liguori
In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.
Wallace Stevens
We want work and we want honest jobs. Our minds and our hands will be our keep!
Viktor Yushchenko
Loveliest of trees, the cherry nowIs hung with bloom along the bough.
A. E. Housman
It was Christmas Eve. Big snowflakes fluttered slowly through the air like white feathers and made all of the Heavenly Valley smooth and white and quiet and beautiful.
Tall fir trees stood up to their knees in snow and their outstretched hands were heaped with it. Those that were bare of leaves wore soft white fur on their scrawny, reaching arms and all the stumps and low bushes had been turned into fat white cupcakes.
Betty MacDonald
