Morten Lauridsen Quotes & Sayings

I retained no records and I am not a good writer anyhow. So the best approach is for historians like you to extract the facts directly from people like me. — Shunroku Hata

Will fluorine ever have practical applications?
It is very difficult to answer this question. I may, however, say in all sincerity that I gave this subject little thought when I undertook my researches, and I believe that all the chemists whose attempts preceded mine gave it no more consideration.
A scientific research is a search after truth, and it is only after discovery that the question of applicability can be usefully considered. — Henri Moissan

Learning how to fight properly and deciding what to fight about are two of the secrets to a successful marriage. It usually comes down to the "line of respect" one way or the other. — James C. Dobson

Adventure must start with running away from home. — William Bolitho

A blind man. I can stare at him
ashamed, shameless. Or does he know it?
No, he is in a great solitude.
O, strange joy,
to gaze my fill at a stranger's face.
No, my thirst is greater than before. — Denise Levertov

In high school I was an outcast ... I wasn't cool to hang out with. I ate my lunch in a bathroom stall because that was the one place I could go where I wouldn't been seen. — Shay Mitchell

Date to question. — Lailah Gifty Akita

If we start electing presidents on the basis of their sexual purity, some real monsters will get into the White House. — Hunter S. Thompson

What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it? — Patricia Highsmith

Let us not ... contend about merit , but let us all be intent on forwarding the common enterprize , and equally enjoy any progress we may make towards succeeding in it; and above all, let us acknowledge the guidance of that Great Being, who has put a spirit in man, and whose inspiration giveth him understanding . — Joseph Priestley

Speed masks accuracy — Derek Tate

Ashes

The tide comes in; the tide goes out again
washing the beach clear of what the storm
dumped. Where there were rocks, today there is sand;
where sand yesterday, now uncovered rocks.

So I think on where her mortal remains
might reach landfall in their transmuted forms,
a year now since I cast them from my hand
- wanting to stop the inexorable clock.

She who died by her own hand cannot know
the simple love I have for what she left
behind. I could not save her. I could not
even try. I watch the way the wind blows
life into slack sail: the stress of warp against weft
lifts the stalling craft, pushes it on out. — Paula Meehan