Elizabeth Enright Quotes
Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust looked strange and beautiful above the brilliant green grass.
Elizabeth Enright
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Whoever stands by a just cause cannot possibly be called a terrorist.
Yasser Arafat
My real name is Joe Kennedy, but if you live in Massachusetts, you can't sign 'Joe Kennedy.' So, back in 1957, I stuck the X on my name to be different from those people in Hyannis Port.
X. J. Kennedy
If it's going to go my way, it's going to go my way. I have to keep working hard.
Pablo Sandoval
Writing, I crushed an insect with my nail And thought nothing at all. A bit of wing Caught my eye then, a gossamer so frail And exquisite, I saw in it a thing That scorned the grossness of the thing I wrote. It hung upon my finger like a sting.
Karl Shapiro
Comic-Con is so legendary, so a great thrill to be invited along.
Peter Capaldi
We are not in prison so we are free and happy? No. We're in a different kind of prison in this life. We have to confront it, and we have to liberate Istanbul and ourselves, as well.
Burhan Sonmez
I'm very strange, I'm not going to lie.
Kat Graham
Fear is not in the habit of speaking truth; when perfect sincerity is expected, perfect freedom must be allowed; nor has anyone who is apt to be angry when he hears the truth any cause to wonder that he does not hear it.
Tacitus
Strange indeed is human nature. Here were these men, to whom murder was familiar, who again and again had struck down the father of the family, some man against whom they had no personal feeling, without one thought of compunction or of compassion for his weeping wife or helpless children, and yet the tender or pathetic in music could move them to tears.
Arthur Conan Doyle
I think, actually, everyone starts out with some strange in them. It's just whether or not you decide to keep it.
Katherine Rundell
Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust looked strange and beautiful above the brilliant green grass.
Elizabeth Enright