Wrauth Quotes & Sayings

Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy. — F Scott Fitzgerald

The forms of the short, written poem as they have been developed in English over the past few centuries can be usefully seen as compressed, truncated, or fragmented imitations of other verbal forms, especially the play, story, public oration, and personal essay. — Robert Scholes

And now, said Ada, Van is going to stop being vulgar - I
mean, stop forever! Because I had and have and shall always
have only one beau, only one beast, only one sorrow, only one joy. — Vladimir Nabokov

The things Nas' Illmatic was saying were sometimes hard realities but it was done on such a high level, I felt I could point to him as a representative. Someone who put my struggle and my worldview into poetry. — Erik Parker

If I had a reed made of lightening I could blow the sax all night ... I don't know where one would acquire a reed made of lightening but I would imagine that Bill Clinton has one. — Ryan Adams

Which is sharper? The hatchet that cuts down dreams? Or the scythe that clears a path for another? — Pam Munoz Ryan

Everything ends badly, otherwise it would not end. — Lou Holtz

Trump is an internet troll. — Rush Limbaugh

Now there's a power," he said. "Harnessing the lightning! The dream of mankind!"
The Unnamed Boat surged forward.
"Is it? It's not my dream," said Didactylos. "I always dream of a giant carrot chasing me through a field of lobsters. — Terry Pratchett

This love was a torment, and he resented bitterly the subjugation in which it held him; he was a prisoner and he longed for freedom.
Sometimes he awoke in the morning and felt nothing; his soul leaped, for he thought he was free; he loved no longer; but in a little while, as he grew wide awake, the pain settled in his heart, and he knew that he was not cured yet. — W. Somerset Maugham

So spake the Son, and into terrour chang'd His count'nance too severe to be beheld And full of wrauth bent on his Enemies. — John Milton

In 1948, I began coaching basketball at UCLA. Each hour of practice we worked very hard. Each day we worked very hard. Each week we worked very hard. Each season we worked very hard. Four fourteen years we worked very hard and didn't win a national championship. However, a national championship was won in the fifteenth year. Another in the sixteenth. And eight more in the following ten years. — John Wooden