Quotes About Long

The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide.

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it.

We've been a long time without a nuclear war. Yes. Well, it's probably like any bankruptcy. The longer you're able to put it off the worse it's going to be. The next great war wont arrive until everyone who remembers the last one is dead.

In that long ago somewhere very near this place he'd watched a falcon fall down the long blue wall of the mountain and break with the keel of its breastbone the midmost from a flight of cranes and take it to the river below all gangly and wrecked and trailing its loose and blowsy plumage in the still autumn air.

The nights were blinding cold and casket black and the long reach of the morning had a terrible silence to it. Like a dawn before battle.

Look around you, he said. There is no prophet in the earth's long chronicle who's not honored here today. Whatever form you spoke of you were right.

Her lungs felt thick and slow, her mind dissolved, she felt she could cling like a bat in the long swoon of the crannied, underword darkness. Cling like a bat and sway for ever swooning in the draughts of the darkness ---

Time went on grey, uncloured, like a long journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape unrolled beside her.

Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars! Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death, For the prize I see at issue at last is the world

There was a long silence. Al Gore was the first to speak, and he listed Jobs's accomplishments

Scots wear short patience and long daggers.

for many Northern whites, the struggle with the Klan simply underscored the fact that Reconstruction, for all its initial promise, had turned into a long, violent slog.

You put a new heart in Emma a long time ago, it just wasn't the kind you were thinking of." He laughed to himself. "Hope is an amazing thing. I saw it in Emma, saw it with my own eyes.

drove us the long way to Apalachicola

CHAPTER I On a bright autumn day, as long ago as

Deep down, my mom had long suspected I was gay... Much of her anger and hurt came from her sense of betrayal that she was the last to be told.

Where was my mother? I wondered. I'd carried her so long, staggering beneath her weight. On the other side of the river, I let myself think. And something inside of me released.

...Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze...

It is in the very nature of things human that every act that has once made its appearance and has been recorded in the history of mankind stays with mankind as a potentiality long after its actuality has become a thing of the past.

Turning points are not something we can fake through action. They come after long--often dark--periods of work and preparation. But when they do, it's as if all the energies of the universe coalesce and we know, deep within our hearts, we are ready to do whatever it takes to follow the soul's call.

It was at Long Huruk that we encountered the vortex of the dream time of which we had so far only touched the periphery, for this was the semi-nomadic community of mystics and dream wanderers.

If populations can interbreed with each other in their natural habitat, they belong to the same species. Of course, with fossil animals, that's not possible—if we wait for two fossils to interbreed, we'll be waiting a very long time.

And it will betray its worshipers, leaving them defenseless in the face of a tomorrow that will surely come. It may be a slow coming, and a long one, but come it will, and all their desperation will not stop it. Nothing will stop it. "I

I guess if you leave the milk of human kindness out in the sun too long, the sour cream of the crop will rise to the top.