Overeating Quotes (page 200)
Up the still, glistening beaches,
Up the creeks we will hie,
Over banks of bright seaweed
The ebb-tide leaves dry.
We will gaze, from the sand-hills,
At the white, sleeping town;
At the church on the hill-side—
And then come back down.
Singing: "There dwells a loved one,
But cruel is she!
She left lonely for ever
The kings of the sea.
(from poem 'The Forsaken Merman')
Matthew Arnold
Fare well we call to hearth and hall. Though wind may blow and rain may fall. We must away ere break of day. Over the wood and mountain tall. To Rivendell where Elves yet dwell. In glades beneath the misty fell. Through moor and waste we ride in haste. And wither then we cannot tell. With foes ahead behind us dread. Beneath the sky shall be our bed. Until at last our toil be sped. Our journey done, our errand sped. We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day!
J. R. R. Tolkien
Fashion and snobbery are also valuable as a defense against literary indigestion. Regardless of their quality, it is always better to read a few books carefully than skim through many, and, short of a personal taste which cannot be formed overnight, snobbery is as good a principle of limitation as any other. I am eternally grateful, for example, to the musical fashion of my youth which prevented me from listening to Italian Opera until I was over thirty, by which age I was capable of really...
W. H. Auden
By the sacred earth on which I kneel, by the shades that wander near me, by the deep and eternal grief that I feel, I swear; and by thee, O Night, and the spirits that preside over thee, to pursue the demon who caused this misery, until he or I shall perish in mortal conflict.
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
You know the story in the bible? The one with the king and the two women fighting over the baby?
Sure King Solomon.
That's right, king solomon he said, cut the kid in half... but it was only a test. Just to see who would give up their share to protect it... Well, I'm not going to cut you in half anymore.
He was telling me that he loved me the most, that his surrender proved it.
Stephenie Meyer