Home / Quotes / Quote by James Howe

Quote by James Howe

“Joe: Oo, Brittany "Aren't I Fabulous?" Hobson? Addie: She's not that bad. Joe: Brittany "All the Boys Like Me, I'm so Popular I Could Die" Hobson. Addie: Joe!”

Quote by James Howe

Book:The Misfits

Work

The Misfits

This book delves into the complexities of human relationships and societal expectations, focusing on the experiences of individuals who do not fit neatly into conventional molds. more

Author

James Howe

James Howe is an American author known for his works primarily aimed at young adult readers. Born on August 2, 1946, Howe is recognized for his humor and insightful portrayal of teenage psychology. more

“It is very strange, this domination of our intellect by our digestive organs. We cannot work, we cannot think, unless our stomach wills so. It dictates to us our emotions, our passions. After eggs and bacon it says, "Work!" After beefsteak and porter, it says, "Sleep!" After a cup of tea (two spoonfuls for each cup, and don't let it stand for more than three minutes), it says to the brain, "Now rise, and show your strength. Be eloquent, and deep, and tender; see, with a clear eye, into Nature, and into life: spread your white wings of quivering thought, and soar, a god-like spirit, over the whirling world beneath you, up through long lanes of flaming stars to the gates of eternity!”

Humour

Book:Three Men in a Boat

Source: Three Men in a Boat

“If wishes were horses, I'd need a very big stable.”

Humour Wishes

Author:Greg Curtis

“If the colour of life turns grey turn the palette the other way”

Humour Philosophical Poetry Quotes Children S Books

Book:Piddly Poems for Children: Volume 1

Source: Piddly Poems for Children: Volume 1

“If You Forget Me I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.”