Sietsema Atkinson Quotes & Sayings

The Widdern - the non-magical world, where science rules and many people believe that magic only exists in books. They're wrong. — Caro King

The Sunflow'r, thinking 'twas for him foul shame To nap by daylight, strove t' excuse the blame; It was not sleep that made him nod, he said, But too great weight and largeness of his head. — Abraham Cowley

You never know when you might come home and find Mam sitting by the fire chatting with a woman and a child, strangers. Always a woman and child. Mam finds them wandering the streets and if they ask, Could you spare a few pennies, miss? her heart breaks. She never has money so she invites them home for tea and a bit of fried bread and if it's a bad night she'll let them sleep by the fire on a pile of rags in the corner. The bread she gives them always means less for us and if we complain she says there are always people worse off and we can surely spare a little from what we have. — Frank McCourt

Suspense, murder, revenge, scandal; a delicious cocktail party. — Kat Kaelin

Surely it would be easier to be a stork than a seventeen-year-old girl. — Carrie Anne Noble

We don't teach flowers to bloom; we ensure they have the best conditions in which to do so. — Dane R. Pascoe

In our modern world we have seen inaugurated the reign of a dull bourgeois rationalism, which finds some inadequate reason for all things in heaven and earth and makes a god of its own infallibility. — John Buchan

Why not, if it feels good and someone offers? However, fucking wise? As of a few days ago, I just want one thing, and since he hasn't punched me in the face yet, I'm thinking I may have a shot at it. — Ella Frank

In Pliny I read about the invention of clay modeling. A Sicyonian potter came to Corinth. There his daughter fell in love with a young man who had to make frequent long journeys away from the city. When he sat with her at home, she used to trace the outline of his shadow that a candle's light cast on the wall. Then, in his absence she worked over the profile, deepening, so that she might enjoy his face, and remember. One day the father slapped some potter's clay over the gouged plaster; when the clay hardened he removed it, baked it, and "showed it abroad" (63). — Annie Dillard

A moment of silence, please, for the lost art of shutting up. — Neil Genzlinger