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Looking Quotes (page 155)

When formerly I was looking about to see what I could do for a living... I thought often and seriously of picking huckleberries; that surely I could do. Henry David Thoreau
Haruki Murakami quote: "To tell you the truth, sleepless nights are as unusual for me..."
To tell you the truth, sleepless nights are as unusual for me as sumo wrestlers who look good in berets. Haruki Murakami
F. Scott Fitzgerald quote: "At 18 our convictions are hills from which we look; At 45 they..."
At 18 our convictions are hills from which we look; At 45 they are caves in which we hide. F. Scott Fitzgerald
For a time in my life I stood looking at the wind, I forgot to sow, I did not live joyfully, I did not even drink the wine offered me. But, one day, I judged myself ready, and I went back to work, I told men about my visions of paradise, as did Bosch, Van Gogh, Wagner, Beethoven, Einstein, and other madmen before me. Paulo Coelho
P. G. Wodehouse quote: "She looked like something that might have occured to Ibsen in..."
She looked like something that might have occured to Ibsen in one of his less frivolous moments. P. G. Wodehouse
Dolly Parton quote: "It takes a lot of time and money to look this cheap, honey,"
It takes a lot of time and money to look this cheap, honey, Dolly Parton
Toni Morrison quote: "this is the it you've been looking for"
this is the it you've been looking for Toni Morrison
The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea. Ernest Hemingway
Do you really think you can read out my mind?" she asks me, face to face."I think so," I say, wishing to convince myself. "There has to be a way."It is like looking for lost drops of rain in a river."You're wrong. The mind is not like raindrops. It does not lose itself among other things. If you believe in me at all, than believe this: I promise you I will find it. Everything depends on this."I believe you," she whispers after a moment. "Please find my mind. Haruki Murakami
and each man kills he thing he loves, by all let this be heard. Some do it with a bitter look, some with a flattering word. The coward does it with a kiss, the brave man with a sword. Paulo Coelho
Before she could look to find a wound he had control of the vision once again, but like a juggler attempting to hold too many balls in the air catching one meant loosing another. Clive Barker
Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him, and Frodo felt his heart pierced by the sudden keenness of the glance. 'If I understand aright all that I have heard,' he said, 'I think that this task is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one will. J. R. R. Tolkien
Unless we are willing to accept our artists as they are, the answer to the question, "Who speaks for America today?" will have to be: the advertising agencies. They are entirely capable of showing us our unparalleled prosperity and our almost classless society, and no one has ever accused them of not being affirmative. Where the artist is still trusted, he will not be looked to for assurance. Those who believe that art proceeds from a healthy, and not from a diseased, faculty of the mind... Flannery O'Connor
Your rank and wealth, Harry; my brains, such as they are - my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks - we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. Oscar Wilde
To make sure I learned the etiquette of grieving, Granny took me with her to the many funerals she attended. O Death, where is thy sting? Search me. I grew up looking at so many corpses that I still feel a faint touch of surprise whenever I see people move. Florence King

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