Walter de La Mare Quotes
Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.
Walter de La Mare
Quotes to Explore
Of course as children, we all, in all cultures and societies, learn behavior from observation, imitation, and encouragement of various kinds. So by the suggestion made, we all 'pretend' most of the time.
Gary Gygax
I have an appetite to always learn.
Wayne Rogers
Passive fatalism can never be the role of a revolutionary party, like the Social Democracy.
Karl Liebknecht
There are so many figures in our history that did not believe they could make a change, and they did.
Malala Yousafzai
I hardly ever write when I'm just feeling great.
Raine Maida
But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!
Kate Chopin
I do know that God created us equal and we're not living up to it.
Jayne Mansfield
I remember my father, who was 'somebody' in the synagogue, bringing home with him one of the poor men who waited outside to be chosen to share the Passover meal. These patriarchal manners I remember well, although there was about them an air of bourgeois benevolence which was somewhat comic.
Jacob Epstein
I wouldn't mind being like X-Men and having the claws. I mean, I don't think they'd let me play football, but it would look cool.
D'Brickashaw Ferguson
I am a goal setter and I set more goals everyday. I keep lists of goals in my office to stay on track.
Kiana Tom
Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.
Walter de La Mare
