Belida Field Quotes & Sayings

A daddy-long-legs shot from corner to corner and hit the lamp globe. The wind blew straight dashes of rain across the window, which flashed silver as they passed through the light. A single leaf tapped hurriedly, persistently, upon the glass. There was a hurricane out at sea. — Virginia Woolf

The sound of words in a novel is a pretty amazing thing, and I am concerned with the sound of every word I write. — Jamaica Kincaid

To believe all men honest would be folly. To believe none so, is something worse. — John Quincy Adams

Well, I know, after all, it is only juxtaposition, Juxtaposition, in short; and what is juxtaposition? — Arthur Hugh Clough

Lucky accidents seldom happen to writers who don't work. You will find that you may rewrite and rewrite a poem and it never seems quite right. Then a much better poem may come rather fast and you wonder why you bothered with all that work on the earlier poem. Actually, the hard work you do on one poem is put in on all poems. The hard work on the first poem is responsible for the sudden ease of the second. If you just sit around waiting for the easy ones, nothing will come. Get to work. — Richard Hugo

Where there is humility, there is no story. — John De Ruiter

The reason why Hollywood cranks out so many sequels and adaptations is because the audience is so overwhelmed with choices, the only way to get them in the theater is to give them something familiar. — David Wong

I Excellence should be pursued by all means and be practiced with passion in order to succeed in any task we do. — Euginia Herlihy

Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me. — Isaiah

I believe in plenty of optimism and white paint. — Elsie De Wolfe

I grew up reading Ayn Rand and it taught me quite a bit about who I am and what my value systems are, and what my beliefs are. — Paul Ryan

The man who has become a thinking being feels a compulsion to give every will-to-live the same reverence for life that he gives to his own. He experiences that other life in his own. — Albert Schweitzer