Lennette Roberts Quotes & Sayings

I cannot understand why poetry is not taught at schools as a way of seeing, a quick, untiring path to essentials. — May Sarton

The days, I can forget, baby doll. But the nights ... " His voice dropped to a hoarse growl, filled with intense feeling. "The nights will be torture knowing I won't have this for eternity. — Kristen Ashley

One pound of uranium is worth about 3 million pounds worth of coal or oil. — James Lovelock

I'll never worry about what'll become of you, son, you'll always have an idea. Jem's — Harper Lee

If we constantly rewrite history to fit how we see things now, we forget how things used to be and, equally important to future scholars, how we used to see them. — Anne Summers

His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey. — Ray Bradbury

A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely. — Cyrano De Bergerac

So long as mankind shall continue to lavish more praise upon its destroyers than upon its benefactors war shall remain the chief pursuit of ambitious minds. — Edward Gibbon

A long life in journalism convinced me many presidents ago that there should be a large air space between a journalist and the head of a state. — Walter Lippmann

Music moves my emotions because music loosens me up. — Emmanuel Jal

He puls with a long rope, that waits for anothers death. — George Herbert

I have lived through worse, she thought, and she said it aloud, bit through the words: "I've survived worse than you."

"You have," Raine gasped, and he made to roll her again. — Kameron Hurley

Me dad planted that tree,' she said absently, pointing out through the old cracked window.
The great beech filled at least half the sky and shook shadows all over the house.
Its roots clutched the slope like a giant hand, holding the hill in place. Its trunk writhed with power, threw off veils of green dust, rose towering into the air, branched into a thousand shaded alleys, became a city for owls and squirrels. I had thought such trees to be as old as the earth, I never dreamed that a man could make them. Yet it was Granny Trill's dad who had planted this tree, had thrust in the seed with his finger. How old must he have been to leave such a mark? Think of Granny's age, and add his on top, and you were back at the beginning of the world. — Laurie Lee

Men wiser and more learned than I have discerned in history a plot, a rhythm, a predetermined pattern. These harmonies are concealed from me. I can see only one emergency following upon another as wave follows upon wave, only one great fact with respect to which, since it is unique, there can be no generalizations; only one safe rule for the historian: that he should recognize in the development of human destinies the play of the contingent and the unforeseen. — H.A.L. Fisher