Fortnight Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
in-politics-there-is-no-use-looking-beyond-next-fortnight
like-all-guests-after-fortnight-grief-is-best-beyond-door-sandra-cisneros
honeymoon-lasts-not-nowadays-above-fortnight
all-tapes-left-in-car-for-more-than-about-fortnight-metamorphose-into-best-queen-albums-terry-pratchett
here-they-go-cruising-for-fortnight-up-in-parts-where-everyone-is-dead-radiation-all-that-they-can-catch-is-measles-nevil-shute
an-institute-run-with-such-knavish-imbecility-that-if-it-were-not-work-god-it-would-not-last-fortnight
depend-upon-it-sir-when-man-knows-he-is-to-be-hanged-in-fortnight-it-concentrates-his-mind-wonderfully-samuel-johnson
it-was-indeed-not-sound-however-those-who-had-taken-it-were-in-fairer-way-recovery-than-others-at-end-fortnight-which-was-length-time-all-these-different-courses-were-continued-e
i-met-picasso-when-i-was-kid-i-turned-one-his-drawings-down-which-would-be-worth-37-million-now-my-dad-wouldnt-talk-to-me-for-fortnight-brian-blessed
since-this-war-began-our-sympathy-has-gone-out-to-all-suffering-people-who-have-been-dragged-into-it-further-hundreds-millions-have-become-involved-since-i-spoke-at-limerick-fort
good-god-think-listening-to-wagner-for-whole-fortnight-with-woman-who-takes-about-as-much-interest-in-music-as-tonedeaf-newt-that-would-be-fun-marcel-proust
lot-damn-mixin-things-up-saying-hey-whatll-happen-if-we-add-drop-yellow-stuff-then-goin-around-without-yer-eyebrows-for-fortnight-terry-pratchett
you-get-fed-up-watching-shows-with-not-much-care-love-reality-programmes-where-they-put-people-in-house-for-fortnight-film-them-doing-everything-where-participants-arrive-after-l
youre-much-better-than-fireworks-theyre-all-over-in-moment-youre-going-to-stay-for-fortnight-besides-fireworks-are-noisy-they-make-too-much-smoke-kate-ross
for-fortnight-nobody-at-all-emailed-me-posted-follow-up-doesnt-anyone-care-i-thought-it-turned-out-my-newsreader-was-broken-hadnt-posted-at-all
a-lizard-is-perfect-pet-for-model-they-only-need-feeding-once-fortnight-and-im-always-travelling-its-perfect-if-i-had-dog-it-would-drop-dead-starvation
neighbours-complaining-about-someones-dog-making-awful-racket-you-could-hardly-blame-poor-beast-its-owner-had-died-in-her-bed-at-least-fortnight-before-there-hadnt-been-much-left
in-my-opinion-what-changed-situation-eventually-course-it-took-lot-time-to-change-it-things-like-that-dont-change-in-week-fortnight-was-new-educational-system
in-natural-course-events-period-when-death-is-taking-over-body-is-fairly-brief-my-grandfather-who-had-no-medication-had-about-fortnight-this-period-in-his-life-today-it-can-drag-
in-london-ive-always-lived-within-10-miles-where-i-was-born-you-see-there-is-something-called-spirit-place-my-place-happens-to-be-london-at-least-once-fortnight
we-had-library-books-in-our-house-but-not-our-own-so-you-had-14-days-to-read-them-there-would-be-eight-books-fortnight-in-our-house-id-read-as-many-those-as-i-could
there-were-some-children-round-him-playing-in-dust-on-paths-they-had-long-fair-hair-with-earnest-faces-solemn-attention-were-making-little-mountains-sand-as-to-stamp-on-them-squa
He was just a small church parson when the war broke out, and he Looked and dressed and acted like all parsons that we see. He wore the cleric's broadcloth and he hooked his vest behind. But he had a man's religion and he had a stong man's mind. And he heard the call to duty, and he quit his church and went. And he bravely tramped right with 'em every- where the boys were sent. He put aside his broadcloth and he put the khaki on; Said he'd come to be a soldier and was going to live like one. Then he'd refereed the prize fights that the boys pulled off at night, And if no one else was handy he'd put on the gloves and fight. He wasn't there a fortnight ere he saw the sol- diers' needs, And he said: "I'm done with preaching; this is now the time for deeds." He learned the sound of shrapnel, he could tell the size of shell From the shriek it make above him, and he knew just where it fell. In the front line trench he laboured, and he knew the feel of mud, And he didn't run from danger and he wasn't scared of blood. He wrote letters for the wounded, and he cheered them with his jokes, And he never made a visit without passing round the smokes. Then one day a bullet got him, as he knelt be- side a lad Who was "going west" right speedy, and they both seemed mighty glad, 'Cause he held the boy's hand tighter, and he smiled and whispered low, "Now you needn't fear the journey; over there with you I'll go." And they both passed out together, arm in arm I think they went. He had kept his vow to follow everywhere the boys were sent.

Edgar A. Guest
he-was-just-small-church-parson-when-war-broke-out-he-looked-dressed-acted-like-all-parsons-that-we-see-he-wore-clerics-broadcloth-he-hooked-his-vest-behind-but-he-had-mans-relig
Soon after the completion of his college course, his whole nature was kindled into one intense and passionate effervescence of romantic passion. His hour came, -the hour that comes only once; his star rose in the horizon, -that star that rises so often in vain, to be remembered only as a thing of dreams; and it rose for him in vain. To drop the figure, -he saw and won the love of a high-minded and beautiful woman, in one of the northern states, and they were affianced. He returned south to make arrangements for their marriage, when, most unexpectedly, his letters were returned to him by mail, with a short note from her guardian, stating to him that ere this reached him the lady would be the wife of another. Stung to madness, he vainly hoped, as many another has done, to fling the whole thing from his heart by one desperate effort. Too proud to supplicate or seek explanation, he threw himself at once into a whirl of fashionable society, and in a fortnight from the time of the fatal letter was the accepted lover of the reigning belle of the season; and as soon as arrangements could be made, he became the husband of a fine figure, a pair of bright dark eyes, and a hundred thousand dollars; and, of course, everybody thought him a happy fellow. The married couple were enjoying their honeymoon, and entertaining a brilliant circle of friends in their splendid villa, near Lake Pontchartrain, when, one day, a letter was brought to him in that well-remembered writing. It was handed to him while he was in full tide of gay and successful conversation, in a whole room-full of company. He turned deadly pale when he saw the writing, but still preserved his composure, and finished the playful warfare of badinage which he was at the moment carrying on with a lady opposite; and, a short time after, was missed from the circle. In his room, alone, he opened and read the letter, now worse than idle and useless to be read. It was from her, giving a long account of a persecution to which she had been exposed by her guardian's family, to lead her to unite herself with their son: and she related how, for a long time, his letters had ceased to arrive; how she had written time and again, till she became weary and doubtful; how her health had failed under her anxieties, and how, at last, she had discovered the whole fraud which had been practised on them both. The letter ended with expressions of hope and thankfulness, and professions of undying affection, which were more bitter than death to the unhappy young man. He wrote to her immediately: I have received yours, -but too late. I believed all I heard. I was desperate. I am married, and all is over. Only forget, -it is all that remains for either of us." And thus ended the whole romance and ideal of life for Augustine St. Clare. But the real remained, -the real, like the flat, bare, oozy tide-mud, when the blue sparkling wave, with all its company of gliding boats and white-winged ships, its music of oars and chiming waters, has gone down, and there it lies, flat, slimy, bare, -exceedingly real. Of course, in a novel, people's hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us.

Harriet Beecher Stowe
soon-after-completion-his-college-course-his-whole-nature-was-kindled-into-one-intense-passionate-effervescence-romantic-passion-his-hour-came-hour-that-comes-only-once-his-star-
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