Good Morning! Here are your daily birthday quotations...
James Fenimore Cooper (1789 –
1851):
“History, like love, is so apt
to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness.”
and
“Tis hard to live in a world
where all look upon you as below them.”
and
“All greatness of character is
dependent on individuality. The man who has no other existence than that which
he partakes in common with all around him, will never have any other than an
existence of mediocrity.”
William Howard Taft (1857 –
1930):
“Unless education promotes
character making, unless it helps men to be more moral, more just to their
fellows, more law abiding, more discriminatingly patriotic and public spirited,
it is not worth the trouble taken to furnish it.”
and
“Don't write so that you can be
understood, write so that you can't be misunderstood.”
Claude McKay (1889 – 1948):
“If a man is not faithful to
his own individuality, he cannot be loyal to anything.”
Agatha Christie (1890 – 1976):
“It is a curious thought, but
it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how
much you love them. ”
and
“I like living. I have
sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but
through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand
thing.”
Robert Benchley (1889 – 1945):
“The surest way to make a
monkey of a man is to quote him.”
Robert McCloskey (1914 – 2003):
“I know that you believe you
understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you
heard is not what I meant.”
Cannonball Adderley (1928 –
1975):
“Hipness is not a state of
mind, it’s a fact of life.”
Jimmy Carr (1972 - ):
“I'm not being condescending,
I'm too busy thinking about far more important things you wouldn't understand.“
Claude McKay
"Absence"
Your words dropped into my
heart like pebbles into a pool,
Rippling around my breast and
leaving it melting cool.
Your kisses fell sharp on my
flesh like dawn-dews from the limb,
Of a fruit-filled lemon tree
when the day is young and dim.
But a silence vasty-deep, oh
deeper than all these ties
Now, through the menacing
miles, brooding between us lies.
And more than the songs I sing,
I await your written word,
To stir my fluent blood as
never your presence stirred.
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