Mary Stewart
Mary Stewart
sleep air years
To remember love after long sleep; to turn again to poetry after a year in the market place, or to youth after resignation to drowsy and stiffening age; to remember what once you thought life could hold, after telling over with muddied and calculating fingers what it has offered; this is music, made after long silence. The soul flexes its wings, and, clumsy as any fledgling, tries the air again
crazy gymnastics years
I began dancing when I was 7 years old. I was told that I had the perfect ballet dancers body and had these crazy high arches in my feet that resulted in an amazing point. Ballet was very disciplined and, frankly, a little boring, so I eventually transitioned to gymnastics. I loved that, although I never reached a competitive level.
kid
I'm just like a kid this morning. I'm just excited.
scared
I was so scared I don't feel I have any entrails anymore.
adding drop problem
I would have no problem with 'Stewart Mid-Hudson Airport' or something like that, adding a geographical portion. But I don't want them to drop the name.
agencies letting people trick
There will always be the agencies out there, ... The trick is letting the people know about them.
ambitious fear likely men noticed slightest threat
But I have noticed this about ambitious men, or men in powerthey fear even the slightest and least likely threat to it.
It is harder to kill a whisper than even a shouted calumny.
law lightning mills
The mills of God work like lightning compared with the law.
art garden plant
To plant a garden is the chief of the arts of peace.
art powerful past
the difficult art I was attempting had, indeed a powerful fascination, before which the past faded, the future receded, and the whole of experience narrowed down to this stretch of glancing, glimmering water, and the fly I was trying to cast across it.
horse moon white
...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.
fear laughter anger
There are such people, unfortunates who have to be angry before they can feel alive. I had sometimes wondered if it were some old relic of pagan superstition, the fear of risking the jealousy and anger of the gods, that made such people afraid of even small happinesses. Or perhaps it was only that tragedy is more self-important than laughter.
men power ambitious
But I have noticed this about ambitious men, or men in power, that they fear even the slightest and least likely threat to it.