Quotes About Maine

Maine needs a comprehensive solar policy that brings us into the 21st century.

In my home state of Maine, we've seen out-of-state groups with anonymous donors spend millions of dollars to campaign against issues that don't fit their agenda.

Loggers and mills in Maine and across the country deserve fair trade policies and more support from our federal government.

In my twenties, I relied on Planned Parenthood as my health care provider - and throughout my time in the State House, I have fought for Mainers' reproductive rights.

Just as the Red Sox proved the critics wrong, Maine can compete and can win.

I felt like I'd been misplaced in the cosmos and I belonged in Maine.

I knew that most of what is frightening and much of what is evil happens by the light of day. No need for darkness. Caesar, after all, had been murdered in the presence of a hundred people and more - some time between high noon and five o'clock. Right in these waters off the coast of Maine the most terrifying sharks are the ones we see in the radiance of fear. The real ones - darkened below us - do no harm until they rise towards the light. If only, I began to wish, it would get dark.

won many a beer betting that Reno, Nevada, was farther west than Los Angeles, and Portland, Oregon, farther north than Portland, Maine. (You can look it up.)

She was a typical tough Maine woman—able to shoot a deer, dress it and make venison chili in the same day.

Maine as we can. Boothbay Harbor, Kennebunkport, maybe even all the way up to Mount Desert to catch the country's earliest sunrise.

In terms of sheer annoyance, nobody I have ever known has compared to Sare Worthington, saver of the environment, native of Portland, Maine, forever wishing that she were from Portland, Oregon. Bitch should have just moved there.

Reality isn't round, it's flat. There are edges where you can fall off and this October when I moved to Maine, I fell off one.

When I returned to Washington in January 1983, I felt that I should not try to spend the rest of my working life in the Senate. I didn't know exactly when, but I knew that at some point I would term-limit myself. I would leave while the people of Maine wanted me to stay rather than wait until they asked me to leave.

Mainers is the name for those who choose to live in Maine, whether born there or elsewhere. Mainiacs is the name for those who are born in Maine but choose to live elsewhere.

I taught up in Maine a couple of times and wasn't able to take a single picture. All that blue sky! Ugh. Sparkling clear air, just terrible. I couldn't do it.

cold as a well-digger's ass in Maine.

Stephen King is my Maine man.

Those Puritans would spice the Gallic stew of upper Maine for years, causing no end of trouble to Agnes, who, to be fair, was a witch and a succubus and everything else they ever called her, but that's no excuse for being such poor neighbors, when you think about it.

Towns can be cruel and vicious -- and sorry. In the wood, in the clearing, in the sun, we will one day find and crown her and keep her: our own witch, the witch of Wiscasset, the Blueberry Queen of Maine.

We shouldn't think of family leave as an elite benefit, only available at some companies. Everyone in Maine, whether they have a child or are caring for a sick family member, should have access to this same benefit. It should be like unemployment insurance, there for you when you need it.

My blog is a celebration of the unexpected, settled, happy life I find myself living in Portland, Maine, at the ripe old age of fifty with someone I deeply love and am very happy with. That's part of why I started the blog.

As Speaker, I passed Maine's most aggressive carbon emission reduction and renewable energy standards, and in the Senate, I will prioritize moving toward a completely clean and renewable energy system.

Her voice was soft and flowing, and though he recognized it as Deep South, it seemed almost a foreign tongue after the coastal Maine cadence he'd grown used to. He wasn't a man to be pleased with having a magnolia blossom tossed on his doorstep. When she opened her eyes and smiled at him, Grant wished fervently he'd never opened the door.

In Maine, nobody is required to belong to a union or pay dues.