Hkmnkl Quotes & Sayings

I generally blog between 5:30 A.M. and 7 A.M. I will from time to time add something during the day, but for the most part blogging is an early morning activity for me. — Fred Wilson

There is some reason to believe that when a man does not write his poetry it escapes by other vents through him, instead of the one vent of writing; clings to his form and manners, whilst poets have often nothing poetical about them except their verses. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

So let us welcome peaceful evening in. — William Cowper

Money is only money, beans tonight and steak tomorrow. So long as you can look yourself in the eye. — Meridel Le Sueur

I drove to Liberty Park, just south of downtown, and within minutes, Henry had his kite out and was urging LeBron James into the air.
"He's done this before," I said in surprise.
"Not in forever. I can't remember the last time, actually," Millie replied. "Is he doing it?"
"Listen," I said. "Can you hear it?" I listened with her, straining for a sound that would connect her to the visual. Then the kite dipped, caught the wind again, and lifted, making a soft, wop wop in the air, like laundry on a clothes line, flapping in the breeze.
"I hear it!"
"That's Henry's kite. He's a natural."
"Will you help me get mine in the air? I could take off running, but that might be dangerous. I don't want to run head first into the pond. There is a pond, isn't there?"
"Just run away from the sound of the ducks. — Amy Harmon

Don't wait for a perfect husband, love a man endlessly to make him perfect. — Debasish Mridha

Misery is not given by anyone or anything in life. It is your own mind which makes you miserable or happy and uplifted. — Sri Sri Ravi Shankar

My family came to this country to take advantage of opportunity, not to take advantage of America. — Jake Danishevsky

You don't have to be big to be a big leaguer. Look at Phil Rizzuto. He's really small and he's been one of the greatest that ever was. — Nellie Fox

To sing a wrong note is insignificant, but to sing without passion is unforgivable. — Ludwig Van Beethoven

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,
Die though, unsung, as tears unshed
Shall dry and die in
Lost Carcosa — Robert W. Chambers