Warmblood Horses Quotes & Sayings

If new species arise very rapidly in small, peripherally isolated local populations, then the great expectation of insensibly graded fossil sequences is a chimera. A new species does not evolve in the area of its ancestors; it does not arise from the slow transformation of all its forbears.
co-author with Niles Eldridge — Stephen Jay Gould

A book, he thinks at one point, rubbing his eyes, tired from so much focused reading. It's a world all on its own, too. He looks at the cover again. A satyr playing pan pipes, far more innocent-looking than when it got up to in the story. A world made of words, Seth thinks, where you live for a while.
"And then it's over," he says. — Patrick Ness

That when the light of day is gone, and night in course shall follow on, we, free from cares the world affords, may chant the praises that is our Lord's. — Glenn Cooper

Our ancestors ... possessed a right, which nature has given to all men, of departing from the country in which chance, not choice has placed them. — Thomas Jefferson

Only people who have solid faith overcome the world — Sunday Adelaja

I have heartaches, I have blues. No matter what you got, the blues is there. 'Cause that's all I know - the blues. And I can sing the blues so deep until you can have this room full of money and I can give you the blues. — John Lee Hooker

About six in the evening I came out of the moorland to a white ribbon of road which wound up the narrow vale of a lowland stream. As I followed it, fields gave place to bent, the glen became a plateau, and presently I had reached a kind of pass where a solitary house smoked in the twilight. The road swung over a bridge, and leaning on the parapet was a young man. He was smoking a long clay pipe and studying the water with spectacled eyes. In his left hand was a small book with a finger marking the place. Slowly he repeated - As when a Gryphon through the wilderness With winged step, o'er hill and moory dale Pursues the Arimaspian. He jumped round as my step rung on the keystone, and I saw a pleasant sunburnt boyish face. 'Good evening to you,' he said gravely. 'It's a fine night for the road.' The smell of peat smoke and of some savoury roast floated to me from the house. — John Buchan

A lot of great authors are published before their time. That's not wrong; it's just the way it works. — Jonathan Galassi

Wouldn't it be great if you could only get AIDS by giving money to television preachers? — Elayne Boosler

She has the scared, hunted look of the unlucky. — Junot Diaz