S Quotes
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“Searching is half the fun: life is much more manageable when thought of as a scavenger hunt as opposed to a surprise party.”
“Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea”
Source: Second April
“Searching nature I taste self but at one tankard, that of my own being.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of Gerard Manley Hopkins (Illustrated)
“Searching out directors you respect and that you can learn from that's always the dream. That's the goal. That's hopefully where this whole thing is leading, and what better way to learn about directing and learn about what works and what I like and what resonates me than by working with a bunch of great directors.”
“Searching outside of you is Samsara (the world). Searching within you leads to Nirvana.”
“Searching the internet for clues as to why my health was failing was a regular activity for me.”
Source: Magee’s Disease
“Searching through Monster.com while on the clock feels like being on Tinder while still married.”
Source: Write like no one is reading 2
“Searching, pondering, and applying the words of Christ as taught in the scriptures will bring wisdom and knowledge beyond our mortal understanding. This will strengthen our commitment and provide the spiritual reserves to do our best in all situations.”
“Seared brown crab head, on koji induced buckwheat topped with local soft, slightly acidic, fresh Nýr cheese.”
Source: Julebord: The Holiday Party
“Sears had layers and layers of people it didn't need. It was very bureaucratic. It was slow to think. And there was an established way of thinking. If you poked your head up with a new thought, the system kind of turned against you. It was everything in the way of a dysfunctional big bureaucracy that you would expect.”
“Sears is offering free $10 gift cards to the first few hundred shoppers. So that may have something to do with the early crowd.”
“Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.”
Source: Delphi Complete Works of John Dryden (Illustrated)
“Seas move away, why not lovers? The harbours of Ephesus, the rivers of Heraclitus disappear and are replaced by estuaries of silt. The wife of Candaules becomes the wife of Gyges. Libraries burn.”
Source: The English Patient
“Seas of blood have been shed for the sake of patriotism. One would expect the harm and irrationality of patriotism to be self-evident to everyone. But the surprising fact is that cultured and learned people not only do not notice the harm and stupidity of patriotism, they resist every unveiling of it with the greatest obstinacy and passion (with no rational grounds), and continue to praise it as beneficent and elevating.”
“Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.”
Source: The works of Alexander Pope, with notes and illustrations, by himself and others. To which are added, a new life of the author [&c.] by W. Roscoe
“Seas wept from our deep sorrows.”
Source: The Poetical Works of John Milton: With Notes of Various Authors
“Seashells were money before coin, jewelry before gems, art before canvas.”
Source: The Sound of the Sea: Seashells and the Fate of the Oceans
“Seashore memories we made in the wilderness of waves. We drank in the smell of love... that broke loose on the sands...”
“Seasick," Scatty mumbled. "That's exactly what it feels like. Only worse.”
Source: The First Codex
“Seasickness: at first you are so sick you are afraid you will die, and then you are so sick you are afraid you won't die.”
Source: Mark Twain on Common Sense: Timeless Advice and Words of Wisdom from America's Most-Revered Humorist
“Season of love and peace transcends ethnicity.”
Source: Little Planet on The Prairie: Dunya Benim, Sorumluluk Benim
“Season of Migration to the North, by Tayeb Salih, is an eloquent and restrained portrait of one man's exile. It is a rare narrative in that it charts a life divided between England and Sudan. Without a doubt it is one of the finest Arabic novels of the 20th century, and Denys Johnson-Davies' translationdoes the original justice.”
“Season of Miracles is a triumphant story with a heart of gold. Laced with wit and wisdom, the story had me chuckling out loud one minute and wiping away tears the next. Highly recommended!”
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun.”
“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.”
Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard
“Season's Bleatings by Stewart Stafford
I'm looking forward to Christmas,
As Nostradamus dreaded prophecy,
In place of war, famine, apocalypse,
I see spending, coveting and family.
Wandering through warm déjà vu,
In new ways with usual-faced folk,
Fat in an absent winter wonderland,
Goodwill to all men as you go broke.
A fever dream or a deep turkey coma?
St. Nicholas dripping presents around?
An eviction notice to vacate sobriety,
Consumerism and consumption unbound.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
“Season's Greetings by Stewart Stafford
Season's Greetings
To those we are needing,
While I am leading
The Festive charge.
Christmas love is fleeting,
The snow is sleeting,
And there's every chance of feeling,
A thaw in my cold heart.
Season's Greetings everywhere,
Let War cease and all be fair,
A heart that's full of Christmas cheer,
Bravely faces the New Year.
And so, we feast and celebrate,
For those we've lost, we contemplate,
Christmas is an emotional stocktake,
Of those still here and those that are late.
The year winds down to that last date,
Resolutions tempting fate,
New Fear's Eve, many hate,
And choose to socially-isolate.
Season's Greetings while you can,
To every woman, child, and man,
Season's Greetings, don't you wait
Hold back now, and it's too late.
And in the end, all we do,
Is create memories for the few,
Who mattered while we strode this earth,
Then back to the place before our birth.
Season's Greetings, decorations down,
Bittersweet crunching sounds,
Topple the tree to live again,
Twelfth Night, the inevitable end.
© Stewart Stafford, 2020. All rights reserved.”
“Season your admiration for a while.”
Source: Hamlet, and As you like it, a specimen of a new ed. of Shakespeare [by T. Caldecott]. by T. Caldecott
“Seasonal changes, as it were, take place in history, when there is practically an almost universal death, a falling of the foliage of the tree of life. Such were the intervals between the ancient and mediaeval time, the mediaeval and the modern.”
Source: Shakespeare: An Address
“Seasonality (eating the best at its peak) and seasoning (the art of choosing and combining flavors to complement food) are vital for fighting off the food lover’s worst enemy: not calories, but boredom. Eat the same thing in the same way time and again, and you’ll need more just to achieve the same pleasure. (Think of it as “taste tolerance.”) Have just one taste experience as your dinner (the big bowl of pasta, a big piece of meat), and you are bound to eat too much, as you seek satisfaction from volume instead of the interplay of flavor and texture that comes from a well thought out meal.”
Source: French Women Don't Get Fat: The Secret of Eating for Pleasure
“Seasoned digital daters are like lions who have had their prey killed, butchered, and served to them on a tray in their artificial habitat for so long that they’ve forgotten how to hunt.”
“Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.”
Source: The poetical works of John Milton: With a memoir, and critical remarks on his genius and writings
“Seasons 5 and 6 were about the frustrations of Leslie Knope's new job. They also are about Ben and Leslie finally getting married and pregnant. They dealt with Ann and Chris leaving, Andyand April trying to figure out what they wanted, Donna finding love, and Tom entering a new business venture. I forget what happened with Jerry.”
“Seasons are but just environmental moods.”
“Seasons are like life. Some seasons are better than others. Some have more sun and rainbows. Others have storms and tornadoes. Some have both. You have to accept that, and bring colour and light to the season you're in as best you can, and always look forward to the next season.”
“Seasons are the flavour of life”
“Seasons change and people's minds change. Every person's stance in life is fragile and is prone to shifting based on where their future is.”
“Seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go, but it's comforting to know: the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.”
“Seasons come and go, but our love will always continue to grow.”
Source: Dangerous Temptations
“Seasons Fore by Stewart Stafford
Winter elbows its way to prominence,
Placid Spring gradually lays on the land,
To presage Summer’s teeming exuberance,
Before Autumn messily rents all asunder.
Niveous shroud, promising blossom,
Roaring greenery and russet capitulation,
Four seasons and their intricate combinations,
Alighting passengers in another year of life.
Nature’s window dressing encircles,
Time’s passing at the grandfather clock,
As heartbeats throb and ebb eternally,
The closing of an eyelid, our pacemaker.
© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
“Seasons happened and things got colder and harder and suddenly I found myself smoking circles in the air
by myself in the snow
and I was not okay.”
Source: You're Doing Just Fine
“Seasons have changed. Advancements have made it all possible. It's time to doubt everything.”
“Seasons may change winter to spring, but I love you until the end of time Come what may, come what may, I will love you until my dying day Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste, it all revolves around you. And there’s no mountain too high no river too wide Sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide But I love you until the end of time”
“Seasons passed by. I always loved to watch the trees in our garden. With the first rain, the leaves would
drench themselves. Slowly they would grow tired of the rain and droop. So would I, grow tired of
waiting for him to look at me, talk to me. Slowly the leaves would dry up, and fall to the ground. It
resembled a naked and shameless woman, trying to woo her husband. And the season would change,
and the leaves would shoot slowly trying to gain the lost vigor. It would start blooming and look in its
best form. The tree would be so overwhelmed by its own beauty that it would call upon the butterfly
and birds. It would make everyone happy. But has anyone wondered how it feels? It feels like me.”
Source: Fourteen Urban Folklore
“SEASONS PASSED, FALL AND WINTER and spring and summer. Leaves blew in through the open door of Lucius Clarke’s shop, and rain, and the green outrageous hopeful light of spring. People came and went, grandmothers and doll collectors and little girls with their mothers. Edward Tulane waited. The seasons turned into years. Edward Tulane waited. He repeated the old doll’s words over and over until they wore a smooth groove of hope in his brain: Someone will come; someone will come for you.”
Source: The Essential Kate DiCamillo Collection
“Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!”
Source: Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1855-1856
“Seasons,the sad dreams and happiness give,like in on end,the bleak summers bear heart-felt sighs of death that circles the grave;and church bells toll loudly so deep and drear.”
Source: Venus and Crepuscule
“Seasons turned, apple blossoms blushed and withered, fruit swelled and dropped, snow fell and melted, and children grew to bear children of their own, to make mistakes of their own, to love and hate and fear on their own, to die by hunger, by volence, by the lure of the wider world. Promises were made, hearts were broken, and people twisted themselves around and around and around, the soft green tendrils of their dreams hardening into woody vines that could not bend but would some day break.”
Source: The Memory Trees
“Seasons vary, circumstances change, feelings fluctuate, friendships cool, friends die, but Christ is ever the same.”
“Seasteaders bring a Silicon Valley sensibility to the problem of governments not innovating sufficiently. Innovators are held back and stymied by existing regulations, and we want to give them 21st century regulations on start-up governments.”