Alfred Noyes Quotes
He was once our trumpeter, now his bugle's dumb, Pile your arms beneath it, for the owlet light is come, We'll wander through the roses where we marched of old with Peterkin, We'll search the summer sunset where the Hybla beehives hum, And - if we meet a fairy there - we'll ask for news of Peterkin.
Alfred Noyes
Quotes to Explore
I don't really go out at night in terms of noisy, busy places; I prefer more of a quiet corner somewhere.
Karl Pilkington
Our society wants things to grow, and our society wants things to become bigger and bigger. Everything has to be put under the spotlight.
Raf Simons
I'm nearsighted in my right eye, have glaucoma in my left, and the nerves in my hands are on Medicare. Basically, I'm on the wrong end of a short sale.
Gary McCord
As society diversifies, the number of people who read literature is decreasing. It will be difficult for readers to digest my ideas through literature.
Cao Yu
If there is no criticism, you become lazy. But it should be constructive, and it should be the truth. If it's biased and there's no truth in it, then I don't care about it. If it's true, it helps me grow.
A. R. Rahman
On privacy issues, it's just like hundreds of years ago when people said, 'I would rather put my money under my pillow than in a bank.' But today, banks know how to protect money much better than you do. Today, we may not have the answers to privacy issues, but I believe our young people will come up with the solutions.
Jack Ma
When I go home to Santa Cruz, I'm the same girl as when I grew up.
Marisa Miller
A good sacrifice is one that is not necessarily sound but leaves your opponent dazed and confused.
Nigel Short
Leather and lace is such a sexy combination.
Brad Goreski
She understood at once, and with the courageous goodwill that sustained her, resigned herself to the fact: there was always a drawback. There had to be. Sometimes it was the lack of light, or a factory nearby, or not enough rooms. Here, it was a railroad.
Gabrielle Roy
He was once our trumpeter, now his bugle's dumb, Pile your arms beneath it, for the owlet light is come, We'll wander through the roses where we marched of old with Peterkin, We'll search the summer sunset where the Hybla beehives hum, And - if we meet a fairy there - we'll ask for news of Peterkin.
Alfred Noyes
