Wodarz Trees Quotes & Sayings

In the morning, you tear up the pages of your fever, but every word naturally leads you back to its color, its night. — Edmond Jabes

you?" "Jealousy. It's toxic." "How about lying, which is all you ever do. Over and over again." "You need to start putting this on every time you go out, even on overcast days in the dead of winter." The viscous translucent lotion Carrie dribbles into her palm looks like semen. "And — Patricia Cornwell

Most of us came out of Popeye, so turning Popeye into something believable was tricky enough. — Gil Kane

The blues? Why, the blues are a part of me. They're like a chant. The blues are like spirituals, almost sacred. When we sing blues, we're singing out our hearts, we're singing out our feelings. Maybe we're hurt and just can't answer back, then we sing or maybe even hum the blues. When I sing, 'I walk the floor, wring my hands and cry
Yes, I walk the floor, wring my hands and cry,' ... what I'm doing is letting my soul out. — Alberta Hunter

Muse

When at night I wait for her to come,
Life, it seems, hangs by a single strand.
What are glory, youth, freedom, in comparison
with the dear welcome guest, a flute in hand?

She enters now. Pushing her veil aside,
she stares through me with her attentiveness.
I question her: 'And were you Dante's guide,
dictating the Inferno?' She answers: 'Yes. — Anna Akhmatova

Sometimes the monsters are not monsters, she says.
I know. I nod. And sometimes the monsters are within us all, even in those we think are most good. — Carrie Jones

I grew up reading books about heroic collies. — Cathleen Schine

What is most important to us? What do we love? What is most dear to us?2 We shouldn't be surprised that these questions get to the core of our being. They also point to where we are headed. All roads eventually lead to our relationship with God. Do we love what he loves? Is he most dear to us? — Edward T. Welch

It's the secret to happiness, you know. Only take what you need. — Adriana Trigiani

The key, very simply, is other people. — Marianne Williamson

Respect was earned, not demanded, but dignity was taught by example. — Julie Garwood

Things are more beautiful when they're obscure. — Veda Hille

A Song of the good green grass! A song no more of the city streets; A song of farms - a song of the soil of fields. A song with the smell of sun-dried hay, where the nimble pitchers handle the pitch-fork; A song tasting of new wheat, and of fresh-husk'd maize. — Walt Whitman

I will move gently down the stream of life until I sleep with my fathers. — George Washington

Why is a door-knob deader than anything else? — D.H. Lawrence