Emily News Quotes & Sayings

It was like that. Sometimes I'd go for a period - days or weeks - without feeling the full sweep of my loss, and then as unexpected as a thunderclap, the realization would rip the protective coating from my senses. Maybe that's the way it is with trick knees and aging griefs. Totally pain free one moment and absorbingly painful the next. — Bette Greene

The unrecognized genius-that's one old story. Have you ever thought of a much worse one-the genius recognized too well? — Ayn Rand

I try not to kid myself. You know, I don't mind romancing someone else, but to fool yourself is pretty devastating and dangerous. — Bill Veeck

In college, I was a weather anchor for the local news. I would 'borrow' my forecast from The Weather Channel. — Emily Procter

To be a member of the Labor Party is to be an optimist - optimistic about the future of Australia, optimistic about the ability of government to make a difference. — Kevin Rudd

Nor had I any illusions about Algernon Charles Swinburne, who often used to stop my perambulator when he met it on Nurses' Walk, at the edge of Wimbledon Common, and pat me on the head and kiss me: he was an inveterate pram-stopper and patter and kisser. — Robert Graves

The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam. — Emily Dickinson

Love, my child, is a thing that every mother learns; it is not born with a baby, but made; and for eleven years, I have learned to love you as my son. — Salman Rushdie

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
That must have been the sun! — Emily Dickinson

As a writer, she was struggling. As an accomplice to the wholesale drug trade, she was setting new benchmarks for excellence in felony crime. The — Nell Zink

Every drop of rain hits its appointed target. — John Newton

We think to dance, and dance in thought. But to hibernate in the mind, is to bring upon us an apocalypse of the Soul. — Ilyas Kassam

It's funny, isn't it, what will make you break? Your lover moves to London and falls in love with a news reader for the BBC and you feel fine and then one day you raise your umbrella slightly to cross Fifty-seventh Street and stare into the Burberry shop and begin to sob. Or your baby dies at birth and five years later, in an antique store, a small battered silver rattle with teeth marks in one end engraved with the name Emily lies on a square of velvet, and the sobs escape from the genie's bottle somewhere deep in your gut where they've lain low until then. Or the garbage bag breaks. — Anna Quindlen

Good news?' Gloria queried. She wondered if Emily was pregnant again (was that good news?), so she was taken aback when Emily said, 'I've found Jesus.' 'Oh,' Gloria said. 'Where was he? — Kate Atkinson

The fools who write articles about me think that one morning I suddenly decided to write and began to produce masterpieces. There is no special trick about writing, or painting either. I wrote constantly for 15 years before I produced anything with any solidity to it. — Sherwood Anderson

They swore at airport management, at the TSA, at the airlines, at their useless phones, furious because fury was the last defense against understanding what the news stations were reporting. — Emily St. John Mandel

His fiddle weeps, she thought, yet it wooed her with its sweetness, warm as a lover's touch. — Laura Frantz

I respect the audience's intelligence a lot, and that's why I don't try to go for the lowest common denominator. — Spike Lee

I felt like the news business was a little rough for me and a little sleazy. So I glided right over into acting. — Emily Procter

What am I waiting for, Emily asked herself. For each Saturday in Young in Heart to end? For Mrs. Conwey to die? For news from some college and a sense of what next year would be? — Charles Merrill

So after he died, I didn't know how to relate to other people. I didn't know what it means to love another person. — Haruki Murakami

We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door. — Djuna Barnes

I dip my forefinger in the watery blood of your impotent mad redeemer, and write over his thorn-torn brow: The true prince of evil- the king of the slaves! — Anton Szandor LaVey