Quotes
Quotes about Pen
I have the feeling that in a balanced life one should die penniless. The trick is dismantling.
Baseball players are smarter than football players. How often do you see a baseball team penalized for too many men on the field?
I always know what's happening on the court. I see a situation occur, and I respond.
On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky, Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east, Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter, And nigh at hand, only a very little above, Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades. From the beach the child holding the hand of her father, Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all, Watching, silently weeps. Weep not, child, Weep not, my darling, With these kisses let me remove your tears, The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious, They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition, Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge, They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again, The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure, The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine. Then dearest child mournest thou only for jupiter? Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars? Something there is, (With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper, I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,) Something there is more immortal even than the stars, (Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,) Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter Longer than sun or any revolving satellite, Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades.
How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower.
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.
The first step, my son, which one makes in the world, is the one on which depends the rest of our days. [Fr., Le premier pas, mon fils, que l'on fait dans le monde, Est celui dont depend le reste de nos jours.]
Nothing happens by itself... it all will come your way, once you understand that you have to make it come your way, by your own exertions.
How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at interval upon the ear In cadence sweet; now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Be of good cheer about death and know this as a truth-- that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.
Love is whatever you can still betray ... Betrayal can only happen if you love.
And they said one to another, Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us by the way, and while he opened to us the scripture?
And we are witnesses of all things which he did both in the land of the Jews, and in Jerusalem; whom they slew and hanged on a tree: Him God raised up the third day, and shewed him openly; Not to all the people, but unto witnesses chosen before of God, even to us, who did eat and drink with him after he rose from the dead. And he commanded us to preach unto the people, and to testify that it is he which was ordained of God to be the Judge of quick and dead.
Surely the serpent will bite without enchantment; and a babbler is no better. The words of a wise man's mouth are gracious; but the lips of a fool will swallow up himself.
Take your life in your own hands and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask why me? Then a voice answers nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.
Our proper bliss depends on what we blame.
By the far bridge many a spent cartridge Cheney killed 81 birds that day but in the pear tree survived ...... the partridge.
The rising blushes, which her cheek o'er-spread, Are opening roses in the lily's bed.
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
We lie and listen to the hissing waves, Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel, Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.
The human body has two ends on it: one to create with and one to sit on. Sometimes people get their ends reversed. When this happens they need a kick in the seat of the pants.
I don't think that the flesh is necessarily treacherous, evil, bad. It is cantankerous, and it is independent. The idea of independence is the key. It really is like colonialism. The colonies suddenly decide that they can and should exist with their own personality and should detach from the control of the mother country. At first the colony is perceived as being treacherous. It's a betrayal. Ultimately, it can be seen as the separation of a partner that could be very valuable as an equal rather than as something you dominate.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed with profit.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.
