Famous Quotes & Sayings

Arthur Symons

Here in a little lonely room I am master of earth and sea, And the planets come to me.

Eddy Arnold

Touring is really a pretty lonely business.

Dave Attell

Being on the road is kind of lonely.

Alicia Keys

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere, & it's gonna take so long for me to get to somewhere, Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted, but I can't explain cuz I'm so guarded. But that's a lonely road to travel, and a heavy load to bear. And it's a long, long way to heaven but I gotta get there Can you send an angel? Can you send me an angel...to guide me.

Alice Sebold

But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out

Alice Walker

For in the end, freedom is a personal and lonely battle; and one faces down fears of today so that those of tomorrow might be engaged.

Andrew Greeley

I have to say that I have no regrets about my decision to become a priest or about the major directions my ministry has taken me... I have been and am happy as a priest, and I have never been lonely... I could have used a bit more solitude.

Anne Hathaway

Loneliness is my least favorite thing about life. The thing that I'm most worried about is just being alone without anybody to care for or someone who will care for me.

Anne Frank

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside

Kazuo Ishiguro

I used to think when I was in my teens I was very different from my father, but now I see that what we do is probably quite similar.

Alan Vega

It's easy for me to say that now, now I'm a father, I've got a four-and-a-half year old boy, I'm a different person. Well, I'm still the same person, but I'm different.

Denis Diderot

In order to get as much fame as one's father one has to much more able than he.

Joe Strummer

I only saw my father twice a year. If I'd seen him all the time I'd probably have murdered him by now. He was very strict.

Bible Bible

As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father: and I lay down my life for the sheep.

Robert Burton

Diogenes struck the father when the son swore

Robin McKinley

I said: "He cannot be so bad if he loves roses so much." "But he is a Beast," said Father helplessly. I saw that he was weakening, and wishing only to comfort him I said, "Cannot a Beast be tamed?

Sue Davis

Father Grace has shown up for 'Pray for Snow' parties.

Poncho Sanchez

I started on timbales. I had a friend who had a little Latin jazz band. His father made the timbales for us, so I learned to play on them.

Arthur Koestler

Zen is to religion what a Japanese "rock garden" is to a garden. Zen knows no god, no afterlife, no good and no evil, as the rock-garden knows no flowers, herbs or shrubs. It has no doctrine or holy writ: its teaching is transmitted mainly in the form of parables as ambiguous as the pebbles in the rock-garden which symbolise now a mountain, now a fleeting tiger. When a disciple asks "What is Zen?", the master's traditional answer is "Three pounds of flax" or "A decaying noodle" or "A toilet stick" or a whack on the pupil's head.

Jane Austen

Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done.

Andrew Mason

If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn.

Corita Kent

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

Andrew Lang

I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, for a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.

Tite Kubo

My innocence is a dying flower

Thomas Haynes Bayly

The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.

Rumi

I smile like a flower not only with my lips but with my whole being.

Robert Burns

But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, it's bloom is shed; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts forever.