Whenonce Quotes & Sayings

When people ask me how they should approach performance, I always tell them the professional musician should aspire to the state of the beginner. — Yo-Yo Ma

The wind crooned softly as it dusted the snow against the windows, wrapping them in a thick and fluffy cotton blanket. — Soheir Khashoggi

I don't know who to believe, all I know is my feathers are on fire. — Chuck Palahniuk

... she does not resent her grief. No; the weakness of that word would make it a lie. To her, what hurts becomes immediately embodied: she looks on it as a thing that can be attacked, worried down, torn in shreds. Scarcely a substance herself, she grapples to conflict with abstractions. Before calamity she is a tigress; she rends her woes, shivers them in convulsed abhorrence. Pain, for her, has no result in good; tears water no harvest of wisdom; on sickness, on death itself, she looks with the eye of a rebel. Wicked, perhaps, she is, but also she is strong: and her strength has conqueredBeauty, has overcome Grace, and bound both at her side, captives peerlessly fair, and docile as fair. Even in the uttermost frenzy of energy is each maenad movement royally, imperially, incedingly upborne. ... Fallen, insurgent, banished, she remembers the heaven whereshe rebelled. — Charlotte Bronte

To suffer is as human as to breathe. — Jack Thorne

I sat silently for several minutes, resisting the urge to speak, knowing it was stupid. There was nothing left of my father. Even if there were, it was ridiculous to believe it would be here, hovering around ashes and dust, jostling for position among the souls of the hundreds of thousands of others buried in this place. People lay the flowers and say the prayers, they believe these things, because doing so avoids the discomfort of acknowledging that the person you loved is gone. It's easier to believe that maybe the person can still see and hear and care. — Barry Eisler

You must believe a poem is a holy thing, a good poem, that is. — Theodore Roethke

I still remember our first meeting, when Albers brought him to my house. On the little carriage which carried him from the station, and which was hardly built with such loads in mind, sat a massive figure who appeared even more enormous by virtue of the thick overcoat he wore. Everything about him had the effect of extraordinary permanence and solidity: the deep bass voice; the tweed jacket, already, at that time, almost habitual; the appetite at dinner; and at night, the truly Cyclopean snoring, loud as a series of buzz saws, which frightened the other guests at my Chiemgau country house out of their peaceful slumbers. — Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen

If I had wings I would fly,
I'd soar on high where only eagles dare
I'd let them rip, I'd let them tear,
until all that remained was me bare. — Michelle Horst

I'm a cult writer now. I have a cult readership. — Michael Gruber

Find your creative outlet and plug into it. Otherwise, you may just short-circuit. — Giuseppe Bianco

Florida is not only unbossed, it is unled. Anything can happen in elections, and does. — V.O. Key

We can teach a lot of things, but if the teacher can't relate by talking to a group of friendly students, he'll never be a competent teacher. — William Glasser

Let not thy winged days be spent in vain. Whenonce gone no gold can buy them back again. — A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

The power of attaching an interest to the most trifling or painful pursuits, in which our whole attention and faculties are engaged, is one of the greatest happinesses of our nature. The common soldier mounts the breach with joy; the miser deliberately starves himself to death; the mathematician sets about extracting the cube-root with a feeling of enthusiasm; and the lawyer sheds tears of admiration over "Coke upon Littleton." It is the same through life. He who is not in some measure a pedant, though he maybe wise, cannot be a very happy man. — William Hazlitt