Thomas Buchanan Read famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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Look how the blue-eyed violets glance love to one another.
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All in their lifetime carve their own soul's statue.
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I hate the sin, but I love the sinner.
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Under his spurning feet, the road Like an arrowly alpine river flowed And the landscape sped away behind Like an ocean flying before the wind....
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My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.
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The heavens are full of floating mysteries.
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All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind.
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William Henry Flower the Anglican too praised evolution as a cleansing solvent, dissolving the dross which had 'encrusted' Christianity 'in the days of ignorance and superstition'.
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If I ever fall in love again, I would like it if it were a slightly cold guy. Someone who won't constantly mind about my childish needs but who, the day after the quarrel, for example would offer me a flower accompanied by a sweet note That's kind of guy I need.
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I consider myself a blue-collar actor, just chugging away.
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But none of that kept me from picturing what a tsunami might look like if it did rise up and roar toward my little boat like some watery blue version of the Great Wall of China.
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If artists do see fields blue they are deranged, and should go to an asylum. If they only pretend to see them blue, they are criminals and should go to prison.
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The humble soul is like the violet, which grows low, hangs the head downward, and hides itself with its own leaves.
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The violet sea longs for the birth of gods, for to be born here is an unspeakable feast, a drumroll of commanding retinues and tritons.
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I do love violets; they tell the history of woman's love.
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He sat on as the sun's rays came slowly down through the trees, lower and lower, and when the lowest reached a branch not far above him it caught a dewdrop poised upon a leaf. The drop instantly blazed crimson, and a slight movement of his head made it show all the colours of the spectrum with extraordinary purity, from a red almost too deep to be seen through all the others to the ultimate violet and back again.
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