Blackwood Quotes & Sayings

I have two syndicated radio shows though United Stations Radio Network. — Nina Blackwood

The heyday of video music was the mid 80's. — Nina Blackwood

I am a curious person and, believe it or not, I really do like to sit back and listen to people's stories. — Nina Blackwood

Failure to recognize learning styles in public schools has promoted a standard lecture format for teaching, which has frustrated the learning of many. — Rick Blackwood

Hm. Didn't you use to be a lot smaller?"
"Yes," said Jinx. "Because I used to be six. — Sage Blackwood

Of such great powers or beings there may be conceivably a survival ... a survival of a hugely remote period when ... consciousness was manifested, perhaps, in shapes in forms long since withdrawn before the tide of advancing humanity ... forms of which poetry and legend alone have caught a flying memory and called them gods, monsters, mythical beings of all sorts and kinds ... — Algernon Blackwood

I am like the little rock n' roll backseat driver. — Nina Blackwood

It was really difficult to believe you had a right to argue when you were confronted by wise-looking men telling you that you did not. — Sage Blackwood

No-one knows your mind better than you do. — Rusty Blackwood

My unworldliness, even at 21, was abnormal. Not only had I never smoked tobacco nor touched alcohol of any description, but I had never yet set foot inside a theatre, or gone to a race course I had never seen, nor held a billiard cue, nor touched a card. — Algernon Blackwood

I am what I am, and I don't apologize for being honest. — Rusty Blackwood

The eeriness of this lonely island, set among a million willows, swept by a hurricane, and surrounded by hurrying deep waters, touched us both, I fancy. Untrodden by man, almost unknown to man, it lay there beneath the moon, remote from human influence, on the frontier of another world, an alien world, a world tenanted by willows only and the souls of willows. And we, in our rashness, had dared to invade it, even to make use of it! — Algernon Blackwood

What was wrong with Mrs Blackwood doing her own cooking"
"Please" (...) "I personally preferred the arsenic". — Shirley Jackson

The king killed his brother, who was actually king, so that he could be king. Then the dead king's wife and baby disappeared, on account the baby would've been king, so the brother probably killed them, too. They do that kind of thing all the time, kings do. They can kill anybody they don't like. — Sage Blackwood

Many things in life are difficult," said Reven, choosing his words carefully. "But to those who persevere, all things are possible. — Sage Blackwood

It occurred to me, then, how nearly real life resembles the first rehearsal of a play. We are all of us stumbling through it, doing our best to say the proper lines and make the proper moves, but not quite comfortable yet in the parts we've been given. Still, like players who trust that -despite all evidence to the contrary- the whole mess will make sense eventually, we keep on going, hoping that somehow things will work out for the best. — Gary L. Blackwood

That wasn't good, that wasn't sportsmanship. I was amazed he took that shot. — Tristan Blackwood

I happen to love carnivals. — J.R. Richardson

My imagination requires a judicious rein; I am afraid to let it loose, for it carries me sometimes into appalling places beyond the stars and beneath the world. — Algernon Blackwood

The Wendigo is simply the Call of the Wild personified, which some natures hear to their own destruction. — Algernon Blackwood

The whole dead weight of my growing fear fell upon me and shook me. Then I burst out laughing too. It was the only thing to do: and the sound of my laughter also made me understand his. The strain of physical pressure caused it
this explosion of unnatural laughter in both of us; it was an effort of repressed forces to seek relief; it was a temporary safety-valve. — Algernon Blackwood

He didn't complete me, because hell, I was complete to begin with, but he was the perfect complement, one that I'd be hard pressed to find in someone else. — Jennifer Blackwood

Visitors come and go.
Daily I read tea leaves for signs
of the approaching century:
a raven perched on a cross
a sword piercing a cloud
A Victorian Life — Clara Blackwood

No place worth knowing yields itself at sight, and those the least
inviting on first view may leave the most haunting pictures upon the
walls of memory. — Algernon Blackwood

I searched everywhere for a proof of reality, when all the while I understood quite well that the standard of reality had changed — Algernon Blackwood

Absolute 80's is three hours of mainstream 80's music. I also do New Wave Nation that is more cutting edge. It is more punk stuff from the 70's to the 90's. — Nina Blackwood

Like many another materialist, that is, he lied cleverly on the basis of insufficient knowledge, because the knowledge supplied seemed to his own particular intelligence inadmissible.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

A strong emotion, especially if experienced for the first time, leaves a vivid memory of the scene where it occurred. — Algernon Blackwood

I used to tell strange, wild, improbable tales akin to ghost stories, and discovered a taste for spinning yarns. — Algernon Blackwood

because what one thinks finds expression in words, and what one says, happens. — Algernon Blackwood

He was a man in whom the dreams of God that haunt the soul in youth, though overlaid by the scum that gathers in the fight for money, had not, as with the majority, utterly died the death.
- Secret Worship — Algernon Blackwood

And, with the dark, the Forest came up boldly and pressed against the very walls and windows, peering in upon them, joining hands above the slates and chimneys. — Algernon Blackwood

Not easily may an individual escape the deep slavery of the herd. — Algernon Blackwood

Now that the 90's are over and more time has gone by, the 80's sound fresh again. — Nina Blackwood

When common objects in this way be come charged with the suggestion of horror, they stimulate the imagination far more than things of unusual appearance; and these bushes, crowding huddled about us, assumed for me in the darkness a bizarre grotesquerie of appearance that lent to them somehow the aspect of purposeful and living creatures. Their very ordinariness, I felt, masked what was malignant and hostile to us. — Algernon Blackwood

You're such a drama queen, you know that Varian?" she rolled her eyes and smirked.
I winked. "You may address me as Her Royal Majesty. — Bridget Blackwood

A regret I have was never being able to interview George Harrison. I just loved him but I never had a chance to interview him. — Nina Blackwood

C'mon. We can turn it into a fun game - What's Scarier, The Basement Or The Attic? — Darcy Coates

And soon after he slept, the change of wind he had divined stirred gently the reflection of the stars within the lake. — Algernon Blackwood

Oh, oh! This fiery height! Oh, oh! My feet of fire! My burning feet of fire! — Algernon Blackwood

The Wise are silent, the Foolish speak, and children are thus led astray. — Algernon Blackwood

Who was he?" "A magician who took me in after I left the Bone-master. On his good days, he tried to teach me everything he knew." "What about his bad days?" "On his bad days, he generally thought he was an onion." "That's awful," said Jinx. "No, it's not. What was awful was when he thought he was a potato masher." "Oh." "He always said to me, 'Mildred, one day this will all be yours.'" Simon made a wide gesture, encompassing books, cats, and the door to Samara. "Er, he called you Mildred?" "Often as not." "Maybe he really meant to leave everything to Mildred," said Jinx. "If she ever shows up, we'll talk," said Simon. "But I think she may have been a dog he once had. — Sage Blackwood

Damian..."
"Yes?"
"Where are you?"
"Wherever you want me to be."
"I'll leave the door unlocked. — Andrew Mayne

A little fear is good for a fellow, it keeps him from getting over-confident. — Gary L. Blackwood

Captain," the canoeist named Eric began, taking a step forward. "Have we been Bermuda triangulated? — Talia R. Blackwood

In spite of his exceeding mental perturbation, Simpson struggled hard to detect its nature, and define it, but the ascertaining of an elusive scent, not recognized subconsciously and at once, is a very subtle operation of the mind. And he failed. It was gone before he could properly seize or name it. Approximate description, even, seems to have been difficult, for it was unlike any smell he knew. Acrid rather, not unlike the odor of a lion, he thinks, yet softer and not wholly unpleasing, with something almost sweet in it that reminded him of the scent of decaying garden leaves, earth, and the myriad, nameless perfumes that make up the odor of a big forest. Yet the 'odor of lions' is the phrase with which he usually sums it all up.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

And each, believing he was utterly and finally right, damned with equally positive conviction the rest of the world. — Algernon Blackwood

For he felt about the whole affair the touch somewhere of a great Outer Horror - and his scattered powers had not as yet had time to collect themselves into a definite attitude of fighting self-control. — Algernon Blackwood

First of all, you needed a budget to do the video. The record companies would pick and choose who got videos. — Nina Blackwood

The words that come out of your imagination are your own - just be sure they are. — Rusty Blackwood

The dusk rapidly deepened; the glades grew dark; the crackling of the fire and the wash of little waves along the rocky lake shore were the only sounds audible. The wind had dropped with the sun, and in all that vast world of branches nothing stirred. Any moment, it seemed, the woodland gods, who are to be worshipped in silence and loneliness, might stretch their mighty and terrific outlines among the trees. — Algernon Blackwood

Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the draughts of night that poured their silent tide from the depths of the forest, with messages from distant ridges and from lakes just beginning to freeze, there lay already the faint, bleak odors of coming winter.
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

The best match in the world will not light a candle unless the wick be first suitably prepared. — Algernon Blackwood

No man can describe to another convincingly wherein lies the magic of the woman who ensnares him. — Algernon Blackwood

Angrily, she asks, "So you don't care who dies around you?"
She's not talking to me, but I answer the questions anyway. "I don't really care if I die. At least I would be doing something different."
-Varian — Bridget Blackwood

If you spent all your time being protected, you never got to find out anything new. — Sage Blackwood

Invention has ever imagination and poetry at its heart. — Algernon Blackwood

Guys are one click games and we have to be Rubik's cubes. It's not fair. — Bridget Blackwood

The first Fae I ever fed off didn't survive. Purely by accident. I was young and still learning my strength. She was a red head. Caused quite a ruckus when I took the body home. I was being a gentleman, bringing back their stinking carcass and they try to kill me. Turns out dinner was actually some sort of princess. Damn, there are over fifty princesses. Were they really going to miss one? - Varian — Bridget Blackwood

She was playing with semantics. I felt certain that she understood the word "tip" in English. She enjoyed pretending that she thought I wanted the Duchess to be upside down with her face buried in the sewage of some manhole while her beautifully shod feet waved desperate high-heels in the air. — Caroline Blackwood

I was in the pilot for Spinal Tap before it was a movie. — Nina Blackwood

The hardest and worst interview that I have ever done was with Frank Zappa. — Nina Blackwood

Simpson, the student of divinity, it was who arranged his conclusions probably with the best, though not most scientific, appearance of order. Out there, in the heart of unreclaimed wilderness, they had surely witnessed something crudely and essentially primitive. Something that had survived somehow the advance of humanity had emerged terrifically, betraying a scale of life monstrous and immature. He envisaged it rather as a glimpse into prehistoric ages, when superstitions, gigantic and uncouth, still oppressed the hearts of men: when the forces of nature were still untamed, the Powers that may have haunted a primeval universe not yet withdrawn. To this day he thinks of what he termed years later in a sermon 'savage and formidable Potencies lurking behind the souls of men, not evil perhaps in themselves, yet instinctively hostile to humanity as it exists.'
("The Wendigo") — Algernon Blackwood

It is, of course, extremely interesting to look back across the years questioningly, wonderingly, objectively, without detachments, though seeing "objectively" does not necessarily imply seeing truthfully. — Algernon Blackwood

You imagine that there's no use struggling against fate, that she will always have her way, no matter what we do. But don't you see? It's our very efforts to cheat fate, or to change it, that make things come to pass in the way they were meant to. — Gary L. Blackwood

I am what I am, and what I am is a work in progress. — E.E. Blackwood

I'm sitting on the stile. Mary,
Where we sat side by side. — Hariot Hamilton-Temple-Blackwood, Marchioness Of Dufferin And Ava

The loneliness of the place had entered our very bones, and silence seemed natural, for after a bit the sound of our voices became a trifle unreal and forced; whispering would have been the fitting mode of communication, I felt, and the human voice, always rather absurd amid the roar of the elements, now carried with it something almost illegitimate. It was like talking out loud in church, or in some place where it was not lawful, perhaps not quite safe, to be overheard. — Algernon Blackwood

The psychology of places, for some imaginations at least, is very vivid; for the wanderer, especially, camps have their "note" either of welcome or rejection. — Algernon Blackwood

I grew up in Ohio, and I was a musicologist since I was little; it is all that I would ever read. — Nina Blackwood

When I worked for Entertainment Tonight I got to emcee Paul McCartney's press conference. — Nina Blackwood

You're such a little moron, aren't you? They will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. It's nothing personal, just business. It's all about survival, dear boy." Drusilla Blackwood — Kathy Cyr

For beauty was her accident, and while admirable, was not a determining factor. — Algernon Blackwood

A cat's paw. It's an old fable. The monkey wanted some chestnuts that were roasting in the hot coals inside the fireplace. So he convinced the cat to get them out for him, promising to share them. The cat reached his paw in and scooped out the chestnuts one by one. And as each chestnut was removed, the monkey gobbled it up. The cat was left with nothing but a burnt paw. He was used by a cleverer creature at great expense to himself." "Now — Heather Blackwood

Like a forest rose the huge peaks above the slumbering village, measuring the night and heavens. They beckoned him. And something born of the snowy desolation, born of the midnight and silent grandeur, born of the great listening hollows of the night, something that lay 'twixt terror and wonder, dropped from the vast wintry spaces down into his heart
and called him. Very softly, unrecorded in any word or thought his brain could compass, it laid its spell upon him. Fingers of snow brushed the surface of his heart. The power and quiet majesty of the winter's night appalled him ...
-The Glamour of the Snow — Algernon Blackwood

Look at me," John gasped. "I cannot remember the last time I allowed
myself to be so happy. I smile all day long without knowing why. I climbed a bloody tree, vaulted through your window, and here I am - laughing.It's the middle of the night, and yet here I am
with you. Dancing at midnight, holding perfection in my arms." -John Blackwood to Arabella Blydon — Julia Quinn

All the Blackwood women had taken the food that came from the ground and preserved it, and the deeply colored rows of jellies and pickles and bottled vegetables and fruit, maroon and amber and dark rich green, stood side by side in our cellar and would stand there forever, a poem by the Blackwood women. — Shirley Jackson

It is the little things that pierce and burn and prick for years to come. — Algernon Blackwood

Great Granny Webster seemed to hate colours. Almost everything she owned was either black or dark brown. — Caroline Blackwood

What, you'd rather be admired than useful? said Simon. Plenty of people are neither. — Sage Blackwood

She remembered Fiona saying something once, there was nothing more attractive than a competent man. At the time she'd been a young girl, without true understanding, but now she agreed. — Lily Blackwood

Maybe love was different for everyone, sometimes soft and gentle, other times a slap in the face - a doe-eyed vixen that called you out on your shit and set every inch of you on fire. — Keira Blackwood

I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; But oh they love the better still The few our Father sends! — Hariot Hamilton-Temple-Blackwood, Marchioness Of Dufferin And Ava

Interestingly, this character [Doctor Nash] is probably closer to me than somebody like the evil Sir Godfrey in Robin Hood or Lord Blackwood who wants to take over the world in Sherlock Holmes. This is a character that's English, he's based in London, and so it's closer to me than a lot of stuff I've been doing recently. — Mark Strong

I was mortified. I molested The Regis. — Bridget Blackwood

If only Myrtle would pay attention to the Boy's Own Journal, Blackwood's Magazine, etc., she would know that these creatures were Threls, who come from a worldlet called Threlfall on the far side of the asteroid belt. This Threlfall is a cheerless, chilly spot, and the whole history and religion of the Threls has been concerened with their quest to knit a nice woolly coverlet for it. — Philip Reeve

We regard the earldom as an important family honor. But my father is a good man precisely because he is a good man, not because he possesses an ancient title. And as for Lord Blackwood, I find his title all the more appealing because it represents the nobility of the man standing before you, not of some long-dead ancestor. — Julia Quinn

His imagination conceived and bore - worlds; but nothing in these worlds became alive until he discovered its true and living name. The name was the breath of life; and, sooner or later, he invariably found it. — Algernon H. Blackwood

As you get older no doubt you'll change automatically, just like I did. You will learn all the tricks. You will dress much better, and talk much more, and listen much less. And you'll start to realise that it never does one much good to take anything too seriously at all. — Caroline Blackwood

I take her face between my hands.
I kiss her forehead,
I kiss her nose,
I kiss her eyes.
And when our lips meet, I kiss her soul. — J.R. Richardson

It was clear, however, that the woman had in herself some secret source of joy, that she was now an aggressive, positive force, sure of herself, and apparently afraid of nothing in heaven or hell. — Algernon Blackwood

She had dreamed that she lay beneath a spreading tree somewhere, a tree that whispered with ten thousand soft lips of green; and the dream continued for a moment even after waking. — Algernon Blackwood

And so with all things: names were vital and important. — Algernon H. Blackwood

We put all these things together into a tangible product that is The Rock N' Roll Mystery Tour. — Nina Blackwood

You stirred something inside of me. I'm a different man since I laid eyes on you, god, even heard your voice. More than anything I want to spend everyday by your side, giving you everything you desire, and everything that I am. I never wanted that with anyone else. I've never felt this way. I didn't realize I was asleep until you woke me up. — Keira Blackwood

Mrs. Bittarcy rustled ominously, holding her peace meanwhile. She feared long words she did not understand. Beelzebub lay hid among too many syllables.
("The Man Whom The Trees Loved") — Algernon Blackwood

I was banished," said Reven proudly.
"What for?" Elfwyn pressed.
"The king said I was anathema."
"He doesn't like athemas?"
"Anathema means, like, accursed," said Jinx. "Probably it was for robbing people. — Sage Blackwood

People that really know me will tell you that I am not a video vixen. — Nina Blackwood

She took one of her poodle's charcoal biscuits out of the packet and ate it herself. 'Either these are quite delicious or quite disgusting. Like many things in life, it's rather hard to tell which,' she said. — Caroline Blackwood

What is known is a matter of time, and time is a matter of what is not yet known. — Sage Blackwood