Ravensara Quotes & Sayings

I must be mad, or very tired, When the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track Is shrill and sweet to me like the sudden springing of a tune, And the sight of a white church above thin trees in a city square Amazes my eyes as though it were the Parthenon. — Amy Lowell

Wit in conversation is only a readiness of thought and a facility of expression, or a quick conception and an easy delivery. — Alexander Pope

How could it be winter without snow?I appreciated every season, but winter was my favorite.I loved when it was time to pull out my thick sweaters.I loved the smell of a wood fire.I loved skiing and snow boarding and sledding, when i could find the time-although time was in a short supply when school was in session.I even enjoyed the cold, wintry weather, it was great for snuggling. — Rachel Hawthorne

That tower of strength Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

As far as rap goes, I grew up in Hollis, Queens, so early influences were people like Run DMC and LL Cool J. — Ja Rule

It's got to be weird to sit in an office all day and deal with these creative types without having any idea of what they do or how they do it. — Ron Livingston

Over a pint in the pub, you have a good moan
That's the fate of every Magpie
While Mam perfects her game show skills
Giving talks at the WI — John Walter Bratton

You may suppose that perhaps this Walter T. Wallace found his destiny in food and passed down to his progeny a legacy like that of the great Colonel Sanders. The folks here in Wallace County would love to be able to tell you this is so. But no, like their granddaddy, the Wallace men were thievin' crooks, always with a scheme ready to separate the weak from their hard-earned money. — Gwenn Wright

You might as well fall on your face as lean over too far backwards — James Thurber

he tried to explain that he couldn't explain — J.K. Rowling

The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale ... — Vera Nazarian