Sleeting Outside Quotes & Sayings

Admiration is a very short-lived passion, that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object. — Joseph Addison

But then, at what moment, of all our moments, is life not utterly, utterly changed, until the final, most momentous change of all? We — John Banville

If I canot know your name, may I light a lamp so I can see your face?'
If you sould ever see my face, you will lose me forever.'
Why?' Psyche wanted to know. 'Are you ugly? Are you afraid I won't love you if I see your face?'
Perhaps I am afraid that if you see my face, it will be THAT that you will love and not me.'
I understand, believe me. I know what that feels like. — Julius Lester

I'm a horrible business person. — Colin Trevorrow

One of the duties of a baseball fan is to engage in arguments with the man behind him. — Sharon Olds

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause — William Shakespeare

When I was running across the country, I was doing 40 or 50 miles a day in sleeting snow with zero visibility for five or six days in a row. Ten to 12 hours of running in that is monotony beyond belief. — Dean Karnazes

...words--
a flock of birds in a tree
at nightfall. — Cassiano Ricardo

Sometimes I felt like the dust. Relentlessly banging my head against the walls, never getting anywhere. Always ending up in a pile somewhere, never in a corner though. There are no corners in a round world. Sleeting across the path, searching, settling for a second then pushed along, again and again. — Lauren Nicolle Taylor

There was a moment, however, when the King and I were looking directly into each other's eyes, and in that instant I had a revelation that takes much longer to explain than to experience. Here am I, I reflected, being decorated as a hero, and in the eyes of everybody here I am indeed a hero; but I know that my heroic act was rather a dirty job I did when I was dreadfully frightened; I could just as easily have muddled it and been ingloriously killed. But it doesn't much matter, because people seem to need heroes; so long as I don't lose sight of the truth, it might as well be me as anyone else. And here before me stands a marvellously groomed little man who is pinning a hero's medal on me because some of his forebears were Alfred the Great, and Charles the First, and even King Arthur, for anything I know to the contrary. But I shouldn't be surprised if inside he feels as puzzled about the fate that brings him here as I. — Robertson Davies

The rest of the band faded down to almost nothing while my dad did his best Bill Evans impression - except hopefully without the untreated hepatitis. — Ben Aaronovitch