Quotes About Engagement

Don't be coy, Suzanne, he said, advancing into the room and moving to her back to reverse the process with the buttons that the maid had begun. Today I need you.

But there you are: the reasons for going to war might be a shameless hoax, but the war itself was real, and by God, America was in it!

Stu asked me to marry him

If the wrong reader comes across the words, they will remain just words. But for the right readers, your vision blooms off the page and is absorbed into their minds like smoke, where it will re-form, whole and alive, fully adapted to its new environment.

Put your mind where your body is. One day at a time forces you to reckon with the instant you actually occupy, rather than living in fantasy la-la that never comes.

No matter how many tangents he took or how far the tale flew from its starting point before he reeled it back, he had this gift: he knew how to be believed.

He wants out, Annajane thought. He does not want to marry this woman.

None of us can study anything properly unless we do it with our whole being.

And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?

Attention is the beginning of devotion.

That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?

The poem in which the reader does not feel himself or herself a participant is a lecture, listened to from an uncomfortable chair, in a stuffy room, inside a building.

to leap into it and hold on, connecting everything

How can we ever stop looking? How can we ever turn away?

Attention without feeling is only a report.

I am a performing artist; I perfomr admiration. 'Come with me', I want my poems to say. 'And do the same

I am a performing artist; I perform admiration. 'Come with me', I want my poems to say. 'And do the same

Make sure there is nothing in the poem that would keep the reader from becoming the speaker of the poem.

Results for Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch? Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself continually?

Who can open the door who does not reach for the latch? Who can travel the miles who does not put one foot in front of the other, all attentive to what presents itself continually?

The one thing he is adamant about is that we should look - we must look - for that is the liquor of life, that brooding upon issues, that attention to thought even as we weed the garden or milk the cow.

I guess I feel the same way about being a corpse. Why lie around on your back when you can do something interesting and new, something useful?

Nirlungayuk reached a similar conclusion. I tracked him down, seventeen years later, and asked him what the outcome of his country-foods campaign had been. "It didn't really work," he said, from his office in the Nunavut department of wildlife and environment. "Kids eat what parents make for them. That's one thing I didn't do is go to the parents.

I don't want you to say, 'This is gross.' I want you to say, 'I thought this would be gross, but it's really interesting!' Okay, and maybe a little gross.