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writing hair fire
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up... Charles Dickens
writing numbers gold
Genius, in one respect, is like gold; numbers of persons are constantly writing about both, who have neither. Charles Caleb Colton
writing language nonsense
It is curious that some learned dunces, because they can write nonsense in languages that are dead, should despise those that talk sense in languages that are living.
writing men profound
He that knows himself, knows others; and he that is ignorant of himself, could not write a very profound lecture on other men's heads.
writing faces privacy
The society of dead authors has this advantage over that of the living: they never flatter us to our faces, nor slander us behind our backs, nor intrude upon our privacy, nor quit their shelves until we take them down.
writing men three
There are three difficulties in authorship: to write anything worth publishing, to find honest men to publish it, and to find sensible men to read it.
writing should-have fire
We should have a glorious conflagration, if all who cannot put fire into their works would only consent to put their works into the fire.
writing self hints
The awkwardness and embarrassment which all feel on beginning to write, when they themselves are the theme, ought to serve as a hint to author's that self is a subject they ought very rarely to descant upon.
writing two style
When I meet with any persons who write obscurely or converse confusedly, I am apt to suspect two things; first, that such persons do not understand themselves; and secondly, that they are not worthy of being understood by others.
autumn long forgiving
I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I couldn't forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back." ({Lord John, Drums of Autumn} Diana Gabaldon
autumn jewels tree
On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .
autumn sadness sailing silence vessel
What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark. John Banville
autumn dust names
Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up the trellised frame, And the rose remembers The dust from which it came. Brighter than the blossom On the rose's bough Sits the wizened orange, Bitter berry now; Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came. Edna St. Vincent Millay
autumn office ease
Does not all the world know that when in autumn the Bismarcks of the world, or they who are bigger than Bismarcks, meet at this or that delicious haunt of salubrity, the affairs of the world are then settled in little conclaves, with grater ease, rapidity, and certainty than in large parliaments or the dull chambers of public offices? Anthony Trollope
autumn rich lord
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease. William Shakespeare
autumn greedy harvest
Autumn is the harvest of greedy death. Juvenal
autumn winter wind
She smashes her knuckles into winter As autumn's wind fades into black She is the saint of all the sinners, the one whose fallen through the cracks... (iViva la Gloria!) Billie Joe Armstrong
autumn age hints
Autumn is a hint from God to Old Age. Austin O'Malley
poetry should
Why then we should drop into poetry.
poetry mind body
Poetry is the connecting link between body and mind. Camille Paglia
poetry wish way
Poetry confronts in the most clear-eyed way just those emotions which consciousness wishes to slide by. C. K. Williams
poetry essentials needs
Poetry never loses its appeal. Sometimes its audience wanes and sometimes it swells like a wave. But the essential mystery of being human is always going to engage and compel us. We're involved in a mystery. Poetry uses words to put us in touch with that mystery. We're always going to need it. Edward Hirsch
poetry use would-be
it is as unseeing to ask what is the use of poetry as it would be to ask what is the use of religion. Edith Sitwell
poetry humanity
We can't separate our humanity from our poetry ... Elizabeth Barrett Browning
poetry silence never-quit
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. Charles Simic
poetry
Dismissals of poetry are nothing new. It's easy to dismiss poetry if one has not read much of it. Natasha Trethewey
poetry teach
poetry had everything to teach me about life. Diane Ackerman