Sympathy By Paul Laurence Dunbar Quotes & Sayings

First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate. — Sarah Addison Allen

I'm getting dumber by the minute," I confirmed. "Ask anybody. — Jim Butcher

Margaret thought of all she knew for certain, that day would always follow night that love was never wasted nor was it lost. — Alice Hoffman

All things are inventions of holiness. Some more rascally than others. I — Mary Oliver

The emphasis on original, individual work in the past years has done a great deal to produce a crop of eccentric fakes and has carried art away from the stream of tradition. Tradition is our heritage of knowledge and experience. We can't get along without it. — John French Sloan

And she was terribly aware that she was alive. Not just living and breathing, but ... alive. — Mary Balogh

these are residues of a dream world that form a historical border to the next era, — Evan Calder Williams

Just. Plain. [Fu*king.] Grilled. Swordfish. — Howard Schultz

Throats in a dreadful silence. The infection will spread outward from that point. Old ladies will crack skulls with their deadly handbags. Cars will plunge down the crowded sidewalks. Drivers will be torn out of their cars and stomped. It will spread to all the huge cities of the world, and by dawn of the next day there will be a horrid silence of sprawled bodies and tumbled vehicles, gutted buildings and a few wisps of smoke. And through that silence will prowl a few, a very few of the most powerful ones, ragged and bloody, slowly tracking each other down. — John D. MacDonald

God who placed me here will do what He pleases with me hereafter, and He knows best what to do. — Henry St. John Bolingbroke

William James said, "You cannot travel without until you have travelled within." Socrates said, "The unexamined life is not worth living." People who discover their sweet spot are people who take the inward journey and examine themselves. They make the choice to live until they die. — Scott M. Fay

She (Daria) has Sergei's wide and ready smile, so beautiful to me. — Ekaterina Gordeeva

A book may lie dormant for fifty years or for two thousand years in a forgotten corner of a library, only to reveal, upon being opened, the marvels or the abysses that it contains, or the line that seems to have been written for me alone. In this respect the writer is not different from any other human being: whatever we say or do can have far-reaching consequences. — Marguerite Yourcenar