Quotes & Sayings About The Clock In The Masque Of The Red Death

I've always been the most vocal person socially about things that I feel are important. — Anupam Kher

Women found in me a man who could keep a love secret. — Osamu Dazai

himself to go into his office with one long, silent — Diana Blayne

And the moral of this story is?" asked Amber, and immediately regretted it because it didn't sound tough and bored at all, just snotty. "That everything looks small on paper," Meoraq replied. "But in Gann's world, shit happens." The — R. Lee Smith

Thank fuck you're not a Yankees fan."
"Don't use the Y-word. We're in mixed company. — J.R. Ward

Now, all that I feared would happen has happened. We are at war all over the world, and we are unprepared for it from either a spiritual or a material standpoint. — Charles Lindbergh

The accident was a horrible thing - but that horrible thing made Chris, at the end of his life, Superman. It's a happy irony if there is such a thing. I'm proud to have known him. — Morgan Freeman

If you help someones bank account rise
But you can't help their heart feel ...
Really, what is your value? — Nikki Rowe

Overhead, an enemy plane had been dragging, drumming slowly round in the pool of night, drawing up bursts of gunfire
nosing, pausing, turning, fascinated to the point for its intent. The barrage banged, coughed, retched; in here the lights in the mirrors rocked. Now down a shaft of anticipating silence the bomb swung whistling. With the shock of detonation, still to be heard, four walls of in here yawped in then bellied out; bottles danced on glass; a distortion ran through the view. The detonation dulled off into the cataracting roar of a split building:
direct hit,
somewhere else. — Elizabeth Bowen

I am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation. We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world. We do not want riches. We want peace and love. — Red Cloud

I had been hungry all the years- My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. 'Twas this on tables I had seen When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own. I did not know the ample bread, 'Twas so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's diningroom. The plenty hurt me, 'twas so new,
Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road. Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away. — Emily Dickinson

Story, as I understood it by reading Faulkner, Hardy, Cather, and Hemingway, was a powerful and clarifying human invention. The language alone, as I discovered it in Gerard Manley Hopkins and Faulkner, was exquisitely beautiful, also weirdly and mysteriously evocative. — Barry Lopez

So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days. — Colette