Writer Quotes

I've had it with you and your emotional constipation!

A woman's whole life is a history of the affections.

There is never jealousy where there is not strong regard.

A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, shall win my love.

One of the greatest and simplest tools for learning more and growing is doing more.

They who drink beer will think beer.

Great minds have purposes; others have wishes.

Age is a matter of feeling, not of years.

A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.

Honest good humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and laughter abundant.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.

Little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune; but great minds rise above them.

There is in every woman's heart a spark of heavenly fire which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.

An inexhaustible good nature is one of the most precious gifts of heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather.

There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.

Christmas is a season for kindling the fire for hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart.

A father may turn his back on his child, brothers and sisters may become inveterate enemies, husbands may desert their wives, wives their husbands. But a mother's love endures through all.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.

I was on a train of lies. I couldn't jump off.

I became chairman of the inmates committee. Got into a lot of trouble. Was accused of fomenting a riot. Was accused of plotting to kill the warden.

We then took a shortened version of what we'd been doing in the pubs, with the best gags and things like that, out to cabaret clubs and things in the north of England for six weeks. And we became a big success.

Viv had this kind of stage presence where you couldn't ignore it. He walked onstage, he looked dangerous. You just didn't know what he was going to do.

So we used to look for funny songs, and learn them and play them. And we used to play them in pubs.

Larry only ever wrote one song, and he wrote that with Tony Kaye, I think it was, from Yes.

It was just us lampooning our own peer group, saying, well hey, where did this stuff come from? And where does British guys get to be so good at it suddenly?

In many ways, Viv and I were the only ones who were really songwriters.

In fact, Moon came on tour with us for a bit just before a big festival in Brighton, I think.