Loamy Soil Quotes & Sayings

The new doctors all agreed on various tried-and-true medications, and within forty-eight hours of their coming on the case, the King was dead. — William Goldman

As you sit, make peace also with the reality that, after you die, it won't matter to you how you are remembered; you will not be here to experience it. All the grand things that you do or say, all the skyscrapers you build and cover with gold, your elegant tombstone, all will be completely forgotten eventually. Even your children, and their children, too, will be forgotten. That being so, perhaps it is best to begin to erase your presence well before you leave the scene. — Alice Walker

Glory sipped her second glass of red wine, impatient for the slight buzz that made her edges blur. — Jo-Ann Mapson

Flow is something the reader experiences, not the writer. — Verlyn Klinkenborg

, imagine a loamy earth that starts with genocide, then adds a mix of further disease, wars, hurricanes, murder, great fires, dueling, insurrection and slavery, just to name a few of the many instances of tragedy. What dark seed would take root in such a disturbed and twisted soil? — James Caskey

Dusty, dark, cold, and hard, coal has no beauty of its own, but when it is consummated by fire it is beautiful and becomes what it was designed to be. — Frederica Mathewes-Green

Almost nobody's competent, Paul. It's enough to make you cry to see how bad most people are at their jobs. If you can do a half-assed job of anything, you're a one-eyed man in the kingdom of the blind. — Kurt Vonnegut

The real duty of man is not to extend his power or multiply his wealth beyond his needs, but to enrich and enjoy his imperishable possession: his soul. — Gilbert Highet

Almost doesn't count. — R. Felini

He'd told her it was just a scratch and got cross when she hadn't offered morphine. — Nick Hornby

There is nothing gutsier to me than a person announcing that their story is one that deserves to be told, especially if that person is a woman. — Lena Dunham

We become imprisoned by our memories, and that makes our lives wretched. — Paulo Coelho

There's this thing called progress. But it doesn't progress. It doesn't go anywhere. Because as progress progresses the world can slip away. It's progress if you can stop the world slipping away. My humble model for progress I the reclamation of land. Which is repeatedly, never-ending retrieving what it lost. A dogged and vigilant business. A dull yet valuable business. A hard, inglorious business. But you shouldn't go mistaking the reclamation of land for the building of empires. — Graham Swift

A laudation in Greek is of marvellous efficacy on the title-page of a book. — Moliere

When women can support themselves, have entry to all the trades and professions, with a house of their own over their heads and a bank account, they will own their bodies and be dictators in the social realm. — Elizabeth Cady Stanton

Love is the last and secret name of all the virtues. — Iris Murdoch

Snow lies on my fields
though the air is so warm I want
to roll on my back and wriggle.
Sure, the dark downhill weep shows
who's winning, and the thatch of tall
grass is sticking out of the banks,
but I want to start digging and planting.
My swelling hills, my leafbrown loamy
soil interlaced with worms red as mouths,
my garden,
why don't you hurry up
and take your clothes off ? — Marge Piercy