Quotes About May

What a curious shape you are!  May I ask were you born like that, or is it the result of an accident?" "It

It was the month of May and there was warm sunshine dripping through the holes between the clouds, like the sky was a broken blue bowl and a child was trying to keep honey in it.

Today's uses of the Second Amendment may invoke James Madison and Alexander Hamilton, but they have a lot more to do with interest-group politics.

'Light fuse and get away' may work for a Roman candle, but not so much for the wrath of a woman scorned.

The structure of 'March' was laid down for me before the first line was written, because my character has to exist within Louisa May Alcott's 'Little Women' plotline.

Memory My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings, And yet recalls the very hour—'T was noon by yonder village tower, And on the last blue noon in May—The wind came briskly up this way, Crisping the brook beside the road; Then, pausing here, set down its load Of pine-scents, and shook listlessly Two petals from that wild-rose tree.

I smiled thinly and pressed the middle fingers of my right hand to my fore-head and eyelids, making the death's touch sign. "Even in death, may I be triumphant!

As full of spirit as the month of May, and as gorgeous as the sun in Midsummer.

What say you to young Master Fenton? he capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth, he writes verses, he speaks holiday, he smells April and May: he will carry't, he will carry't; 'tis in his buttons; he will carry't.

The order goes to the Tower, 'Bring up the bodies.' Deliver, that is, the accused men, by name Weston, Brereton, Smeaton and Norris, to Westminster Hall for trial. Kingston fetches them by barge; it is 12 May, a Friday.

But now I am as sweet as a May morning.

The principle for which we contend is bound to reassert itself, though it may be at another time and in another form.

Hence, once the director calls cut on a take, May will often roar, 'Get me pussy,' and Munn will appear with the furiously mewing orb of animals. This is not to be mistaken for anything else. He's not Donald Trump.

Well, it may be all right in practice, but it will never work in theory

The very fact Boris Johnson is the favourite to succeed May says everything about how vacuous and morally bankrupt our politics has become.

Would the Element be a car for people who like hip-hop, or for people waiting for a hip-op?

So do we discover, in the world, that our worst fears are unfulfilled; yet we must fear, in order that we may feel delight.

At 4:00 A.M. on May 5, 1992, the shareware episode of Wolfenstein 3D was complete.

This scene may disturb you, so you have to pay attention.

It was five forty-nine on the evening of 5 May 1821, and Napoleon was not quite fifty-two years old.

I shall leave my studio toward May. Its drawback is, as you know, that I am greatly handicapped by the neighbours, and I notice that people are still afraid of the priest, though perhaps he wouldn't meddle any further. But since there has been trouble once, the best thing is a radical change.

Old April wanes, and her last dewy morn Her death-bed steeps in tears; to hail the May New blooming blossoms neath the sun are born, And all poor April's charms are swept away.

I love being a parliamentarian. I love it but I don't like politics. And I hate elections.

There is utopia and utopia. The kind imposed by an elite in the name of a historical imperative—that utopia is hell. It must lead to terror and then, terror exhausted, to cynicism and torpor. But surely there is another utopia. It cannot be willed either into existence or out of sight, it speaks for our sense of what may yet be.