Mccorkell Coat Quotes & Sayings

A warm arm enfolds me like a shield around my shoulder and turns me toward the side of the stage.
"Stay with me," says a familiar masculine whisper from above my head. Even over the yelling of the mob and the roaring of the waves, something unfurls in my chest at the sound of that voice. — Susan Ee

I'm no longer prepared to accept what people say and what's written in books. I must think things out for myself, and try to find my own answer. — Henrik Ibsen

I did not foresee my words becoming such a reverie of mimic and refrain. — Joshua Kryah

That had to be the answer. When you heard hoofbeats, you didn't think zebras. — Stephen King

I have a scholar's love of silence and solitude. To sit and pass hour after hour in idle chatter with a roomful of strangers is to me the worst sort of torment. — Susanna Clarke

Development of the love of the beautiful, such as might have made him a poet, a painter, or a sculptor, and which was — Nathaniel Hawthorne

Because of my bipolar condition I will have to take anti psychotics until I die but hopefully a handful of them won't be the last thing I taste — Stanley Victor Paskavich

Travel is as much a passion as ambition or love. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Most men I know rely on women to do all the literal dirty work. — Elizabeth Banks

Fifthly, I would do away with those great long compounded words; or require the speaker to deliver them in sections, with intermissions for refreshments. To wholly do away with them would be best, for ideas are more easily received and digested when they come one at a time than when they come in bulk. Intellectual food is like any other; it is pleasanter and more beneficial to take it with a spoon than with a shovel. — Mark Twain

Uncle Burley said hills always looked blue when you were far away from them. That was a pretty color for hills; the little houses and barns and fields looked so neat and quiet tucked against them. It made you want to be close to them. But he said that when you got close they were like the hills you'd left, and when you looked back your own hills were blue and you wanted to go back again. He said he reckoned a man could wear himself out going back and forth. — Wendell Berry

Oh! weep not that our beauty wears Beneath the wings of Time; That age o'erclouds the brow with cares That once was raised sublime ... But mourn the inward wreck we feel As hoary years depart, And Time's effacing fingers steal Young feelings from the heart! — Robert Montgomery