Stocksbridge High School Quotes & Sayings

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Rise from the mud, let the sunshine clense your eyes, and thrust your shoulders into the stars! — Jack London

We have lost one shuttle for every 57 flights and that is not a good ratio. I do believe we need to continue space flights, but maybe we can follow the example of the Russians and use unmanned vehicles to transport hardware into space. — Lincoln Davis

Just think of what it's going to be like, the entire worlds run by three Executive Officer's, deciding who gets to settle where- when every settled place is slaved to meeting Earth's agenda. I've seen it already, Captain, so have you. You have been to the colonies and seen how they do everything to meet their contractual obligations. It's like every vestige of civil rights has been stripped away. — Matthew S. Williams

When virtue was spoken of in the classical sense, for men, it always meant bravery or protecting others or being an adventurer and going out into the world - whereas a woman's virtue meant keeping her legs closed. — Molly Crabapple

The three men walked on and were met by ever more new saints. The saints were not exactly moving or even speaking, but the silence and immobility of the dead were not absolute. There was, under the ground, a motion that was not completely usual, and a particular sort of voices rang out without disturbing the sternness and repose. The saints spoke using words from psalms and lines from the lives of saints that Arseny remembered well from childhood. When they drew the candles closer, shadows shifted along dried faces and brown, half-bent hands. The saints seemed to raise their heads, smile, and beckon, barely perceptibly, with their hands. A city of saints, whispered Ambrogio, following the play of the shadow. They present us the illusion of life. No, objected Arseny, also in a whisper. They disprove the illusion of death. — Evgenij Vodolazkin

The days of the digitals are numbered. The metaphor is built into them like a self-destruct mechanism. — Tom Stoppard

Insane was probably the right word, but Clawdeen preferred determined. — Lisi Harrison

Githa Hariharan's fiction is wonderful-full of subtleties and humor and tenderness. — Michael Ondaatje

The physical suffering of the disease and its aspect of evil mystery were expressed in a strange Welsh lament which saw "death coming into our midst like black smoke, a plague which cuts off the young, a rootless phantom which has no mercy for fair countenance. Woe is me of the shilling in the armpit! It is seething, terrible ... a head that gives pain and causes a loud cry ... a painful angry knob ... Great is its seething like a burning cinder ... a grievous thing of ashy color." Its eruption is ugly like the "seeds of black peas, broken fragments of brittle sea-coal ... the early ornaments of black death, cinders of the peelings of the cockle weed, a mixed multitude, a black plague like halfpence, like berries. ... — Barbara W. Tuchman

If you've got a dream,
there is no one out there to stop you,
from achieving it. — Cher Lloyd

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott — Alfred Lord Tennyson