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All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.
Our wedding plans please everybody as if we were fertilizing the earth and creating social luck.
Yule—Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner—of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner.
Which of us has not been stunned by the beauty of an animal's skin or its flexibility in motion?
Clearly, once the student is no longer a student the possibilities of relationship are enlarged.
I don't think it's by accident that I was first attracted to translating two French women poets.
Wings are freedom only when they are wide open in flight. On one's back they are a heavy weight.
Having a great dad probably permitted me to pal around with guys in a way that some women don't.
A lifetime isn't long enough for the beauty of this world and the responsibilities of your life.
Why should I not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside, looking into the shining world?
Something unpronounceable followed by a long silence points out my life is becoming a landscape.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
Unity is strength... when there is teamwork and collaboration, wonderful things can be achieved.
...if you live feeling like Your glass is half empty, well, It may as well be empty all the way.
There is a proper balance between not asking enough of oneself and asking or expecting too much.
A holiday gives one a chance to look backward and forward; to reset oneself by an inner compass.
We have to believe that every person counts, counts as a creative force that can move mountains.
I am the indoctrinated child of two lapsed Irish Catholics. Which is to say: I am not religious.
There is always tension in women's gymnastics between athleticism, grace, performance, and eros.
Widen your consciousness to the dimension of the earth and you will have a place for everything.
My mother and my father divorced during the time that my father was getting his Ph.D. at Tulane.
People haven't got the interest in long long works these days. A lack of interest which I share.
If you don't want to work, you have to work to earn enough money so that you won't have to work.
What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
Live without envy, spend your peaceful years Unknown to fame, and choose your peers for friends.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
Who would have known of Hector, if Troy had been happy? The road to valor is built by adversity.
Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.
Birth and ancestry, and that which we have not ourselves achieved, we can scarcely call our own.
Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted death shall perish by his own plot.
Every man should stay within his own fortune. [Lat., Intera fortunam quisque debet manere suam.]
Mothers are the pivot on which the family spins, Mothers are the pivot on which the world spins.
The trouble with sharing one's bed with cats is that they'd rather sleep on you than beside you.
Jesus did not come to explain away suffering or remove it. He came to fill it with His Presence.
One will never again look at a birch tree, after the Robert Frost poem, in exactly the same way.
Frost isn’t exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.
Frost isn't exactly despised but not enough people have worked out what a brilliant poet he was.
Man is only man at the surface. Remove the skin, dissect, and immediately you come to machinery.
I didn't learn how to read until I was at the end of fifth grade and 11 years old and held back.
Sometimes, I think the things we see are shadows of the things to be; that what we plan we build
Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?
Make room, Roman writers, make room for Greek writers; something greater than the Iliad is born.
somewhere within sight of the tree of poetry that is eternity wearing the green leaves of time .
I don't write very much about penises. More than some poets but not perhaps as much as I should.
I am only able to be honest. And sometimes my view of the world is pretty dark. But still funny.
It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence.
We are unutterably alone essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important.
A creative writing class may be one of the last places you can go where your life still matters.
If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth: Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside.