Northeast 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
im-from-all-over-northeast
i-was-born-in-northeast-i-have-midwestern-parents
the-age-northeast-asia-is-fast-approaching-roh-moohyun
most-important-composers-in-our-country-are-clustered-in-northeast-carlisle-floyd
im-not-liberal-elite-who-was-educated-in-northeast-for-example-im-just-kid-from-mississippi-shepard-smith
im-hard-mouthed-northeastern-lad-thats-me-eminem-northeast-england
i-have-gone-to-many-beautiful-places-across-globe-but-i-must-say-that-northeast-our-country-is-best-kept-secret-in-world
i-believe-that-existing-power-structures-in-europe-northeast-asia-are-not-sustainable-through-2020-john-mearsheimer
most-time-i-was-in-northeast-i-lived-in-country-i-think-that-helped-me-to-discover-my-material-for-writing
i-know-love-northeast-mississippi-and-i-agree-with-welty-as-she-often-spoke-strong-sense-place-peggy-webb
my-relationship-with-northeast-ohio-is-bigger-than-basketball-i-didnt-realize-that-four-years-ago-i-do-now-lebron-james
5g-will-come-we-can-debate-when-in-certain-parts-world-but-its-quite-clear-that-race-is-heating-up-in-north-america-northeast-asia
elvis-was-only-man-from-northeast-mississippi-who-could-shake-his-hips-still-be-loved-by-rednecks-cops-hippies-jimmy-buffett
i-was-film-editor-for-eight-years-before-i-made-my-first-feature-dog-soldiers-i-am-from-newcastle-upon-tyne-in-northeast-england
im-born-raised-in-northeast-my-parents-are-irish-immigrants-so-our-tendency-is-to-shy-away-from-big-yellow-ball-that-comes-up-in-sky-every-once-in-denis-leary
i-wanted-my-children-to-have-same-exposure-to-water-i-had-my-strongest-memories-northeast-harbor-are-going-in-small-whaler-with-my-dad-looking-for-osprey
i-wanted-my-children-to-have-same-exposure-to-water-i-had-my-strongest-memories-northeast-harbor-are-going-in-small-whaler-with-my-dad-looking-for-parker-stevenson
superstorm-sandy-inflicted-havoc-heartache-throughout-northeast-hitting-big-apple-its-surrounding-coastal-towns-hard-russel-honore
this-was-another-great-year-for-food-for-friends-people-from-all-across-american-northeast-will-benefit-from-generosity-our-customers-hard-work-our-associates-bill-cummings
i-have-two-measures-every-time-i-look-at-bill-is-this-in-best-interests-hardworking-taxpayers-in-northeast-ohio-14th-district-will-this-stimulate-encourage-economy-to-work
before-anyone-ever-cared-where-i-would-play-basketball-i-was-kid-from-northeast-ohio-its-where-i-walked-its-where-i-ran-its-where-i-cried-its-where-i-lebron-james
the-jones-act-is-important-tool-to-maintain-northeast-floridas-domestic-ship-repair-industry-which-is-vital-to-our-navy-national-security
well-i-was-born-in-scotland-spent-first-six-years-my-life-there-then-i-went-to-newcastleontyne-in-northeast-england-close-to-scotland-mark-knopfler
were-quickly-moving-to-point-where-we-will-have-no-military-bases-in-northeast-this-undermines-support-for-military-we-are-nation-citizen-soldiers
teenage-girls-read-in-packs-its-true-today-it-was-true-when-i-was-teen-growing-up-in-small-town-in-northeast-oklahoma-ally-carter
i-took-detour-to-france-in-my-senior-year-in-high-school-so-thats-part-what-ended-up-sending-me-actually-to-middlebury-because-i-went-to-school-with-people-who-were-more-from-nor
unification-is-one-thing-stability-in-northeast-asia-is-another-thing-kim-daejung
i-grew-up-in-montpelier-indiana-its-little-town-in-northeast-corner-indiana-its-rural-community-about-two-thousand-people-much-hometown-usa-kind-thing
before-my-acting-took-off-i-drove-truck-for-inventory-company-throughout-northeast-but-my-favorite-non-acting-job-was-working-in-box-office-at-public-theater
my-first-district-was-northwest-iowa-in-2002-it-became-north-central-iowa-hooking-around-des-moines-down-to-south-clear-up-to-northeast-corner-state
to-respond-to-north-korea-by-having-our-own-nuclear-weapons-will-not-maintain-peace-on-korean-peninsula-could-lead-to-nuclear-arms-race-in-northeast-asia
the-night-sky-in-north-korea-might-be-most-brilliant-in-northeast-asia-only-airspace-spared-coal-dust-gobi-desert-sand-carbon-monoxide-choking-barbara-demick
i-feel-polish-more-specifically-i-feel-like-im-from-tiny-village-in-northeast-poland-where-i-have-house-where-i-love-to-spend-time-but-i-dont-krzysztof-kieslowski
the-2012-superstorm-known-as-hurricane-sandy-wreaked-havoc-beyond-eastern-seaboard-reached-northeast-ohio-as-well-with-heavy-rain-wind-gusts-nearly-70-miles-per-hour-waves-on-lak
the-singaporean-government-has-shown-great-political-wisdom-insight-in-expanding-economic-cooperation-with-china-especially-in-encouraging-its-businessmen-to-seek-opportunities-i
i-frankly-encountered-more-anti-semitism-in-northeast-than-i-did-in-oklahoma-but-not-much-either-place-anti-semitism-is-not-part-my-life
this-corridor-is-important-to-national-security-important-to-whole-northeast-so-its-not-just-our-own-new-jersey-transportation-needs-its-whole-rail-corridor-here-were-talking-abo
corpses-were-real-he-had-heard-about-these-cannibal-dead-walkers-in-northeast-but-they-were-in-fact-real-rumor-had-it-that-one-just-one-had-made-its-way-down-towards-midatlantic-
Go up along the eastern side of Lake Michigan, steer northeast when the land bends away at Point Betsie, and you come before long to Sleeping Bear Point-an incredible flat-topped sand dune rising five hundred feet above the level of the lake and going north for two miles or more. It looks out over the dark water and the islands that lie just offshore, and in the late afternoon the sunlight strikes it and the golden sand turns white, with a pink overlay when the light is just so, and little cloud shadows slide along its face, blue-gray as evening sets in. Sleeping Bear looks eternal, although it is not; this lake took its present shape no more than two or three thousand years ago, and Sleeping Bear is slowly drifting off to the east as the wind shifts its grains of sand, swirling them up one side and dropping them on the other; in a few centuries it will be very different, if indeed it is there at all. Yet if this is a reminder that this part of the earth is still being remodeled it is also a hint that the spirit back of the remodeling may be worth knowing. In the way this shining dune looks west toward the storms and the sunsets there is a profound serenity, an unworried affirmation that comes from seeing beyond time and mischance. A woman I know says that to look at the Sleeping Bear late in the day is to feel the same emotion that comes when you listen to Beethoven's Emperor Concerto, and she is entirely right. The message is the same. The only trouble is that you have to compose a planet, or great music, to say it persuasively. Maybe man-some men, anyway-was made in the image of God, after all.

Bruce Catton
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You are loosed from your moorings, and are free; I am fast in my chains, and M a slave! You move merrily before the gentle gale, and I sadly before the bloody whip! You are freedoms swift winged angels, that fly around the world; I am confined in the bands of iron! O that I were free! O, that if I were on one of your gallant decks, under your protecting wing! Alas! Betwixt me and you, the turbid waters roll. Go on, go on. O, that I could also go! Could I but swim! If I could fly! O, why was I born a man, of whom to make a brute! The glad ship is gone; she hides in the dim distance. I am left in the hottest hell of unending slavery. O God, save me! God, deliver me! Let me be free! Is there any God! Why am I a slave? I will run away. I will not stand. Get caught, or clear, I'll try it. I had as well die with ague as the fever. I have only one life to lose. I had as well be killed running as die standing. Only think of it; 100 miles straight north, and I am free! Try it? Yes! God is helping me, I will. It cannot be that I shall live and die a slave. I will take to the water. This is very bay shall yet bear me into freedom. The steamboats steered in the Northeast course from Northpoint. I will do the same; and when I get to the head of the bay, I will turn my canoe adrift, and walked straight through Delaware into Pennsylvania. When I get there, I shall not be required to have a pass; I can travel without being disturbed. Let but the first opportunity offer, and, come what will, I am off. Meanwhile, I will try to bear up under the yoke. I am not the only slave in the world. Why should I be free? I can bear as much as any of them. Besides I am but a boy, and all boys are bound to some one. It may be that my misery and slavery will only increase the happiness when I get free there is a better day coming. [62 - 63]

Frederick Douglass
you-are-loosed-from-your-moorings-are-free-i-am-fast-in-my-chains-m-slave-you-move-merrily-before-gentle-gale-i-sadly-before-bloody-whip-you-are-freedoms-swift-winged-angels-that
And under the cicadas, deeper down that the longest taproot, between and beneath the rounded black rocks and slanting slabs of sandstone in the earth, ground water is creeping. Ground water seeps and slides, across and down, across and down, leaking from here to there, minutely at a rate of a mile a year. What a tug of waters goes on! There are flings and pulls in every direction at every moment. The world is a wild wrestle under the grass; earth shall be moved. What else is going on right this minute while ground water creeps under my feet? The galaxy is careening in a slow, muffled widening. If a million solar systems are born every hour, then surely hundreds burst into being as I shift my weight to the other elbow. The sun's surface is now exploding; other stars implode and vanish, heavy and black, out of sight. Meteorites are arcing to earth invisibly all day long. On the planet, the winds are blowing: the polar easterlies, the westerlies, the northeast and southeast trades. Somewhere, someone under full sail is becalmed, in the horse latitudes, in the doldrums; in the northland, a trapper is maddened, crazed, by the eerie scent of the chinook, the sweater, a wind that can melt two feet of snow in a day. The pampero blows, and the tramontane, and the Boro, sirocco, levanter, mistral. Lick a finger; feel the now. Spring is seeping north, towards me and away from me, at sixteen miles a day. Along estuary banks of tidal rivers all over the world, snails in black clusters like currants are gliding up and down the stems of reed and sedge, migrating every moment with the dip and swing of tides. Behind me, Tinker Mountain is eroding one thousandth of an inch a year. The sharks I saw are roving up and down the coast. If the sharks cease roving, if they still their twist and rest for a moment, they die. They need new water pushed into their gills; they need dance. Somewhere east of me, on another continent, it is sunset, and starlings in breathtaking bands are winding high in the sky to their evening roost. The mantis egg cases are tied to the mock-orange hedge; within each case, within each egg, cells elongate, narrow, and split; cells bubble and curve inward, align, harden or hollow or stretch. And where are you now?

Annie Dillard
and-under-cicadas-deeper-down-that-longest-taproot-between-beneath-rounded-black-rocks-slanting-slabs-sandstone-in-earth-ground-water-is-creeping-ground-water-seeps-slides-across
Despite an icy northeast wind huffing across the bay I sneak out after dark, after my mother falls asleep clutching her leather Bible, and I hike up the rutted road to the frosted meadow to stand in mist, my shoes in muck, and toss my echo against the moss-covered fieldstone corners of the burned-out church where Sunday nights in summer for years Father Thomas, that mad handsome priest, would gather us girls in the basement to dye the rose cotton linen cut-outs that the deacon's daughter, a thin beauty with short white hair and long trim nails, would stitch by hand each folded edge then steam-iron flat so full of starch, stiffening fabric petals, which we silly Sunday school girls curled with quick sharp pulls of a scissor blade, forming clusters of curved petals the younger children assembled with Krazy glue and fuzzy green wire, sometimes adding tissue paper leaves, all of us gladly laboring like factory workers rather than have to color with crayon stubs the robe of Christ again, Christ with his empty hands inviting us to dine, Christ with a shepherd's staff signaling to another flock of puffy lambs, or naked Christ with a drooping head crowned with blackened thorns, and Lord how we laughed later when we went door to door in groups, visiting the old parishioners, the sick and bittersweet, all the near dead, and we dropped our bikes on the perfect lawns of dull neighbors, agnostics we suspected, hawking our handmade linen roses for a donation, bragging how each petal was hand-cut from a pattern drawn by Father Thomas himself, that mad handsome priest, who personally told the Monsignor to go fornicate himself, saying he was a disgruntled altar boy calling home from a phone booth outside a pub in North Dublin, while I sat half-dressed, sniffing incense, giddy and drunk with sacrament wine stains on my panties, whispering my oath of unholy love while wiggling uncomfortably on the mad priest's lap, but God he was beautiful with a fine chiseled chin and perfect teeth and a smile that would melt the Madonna, and God he was kind with a slow gentle touch, never harsh or too quick, and Christ how that crafty devil could draw, imitate a rose petal in perfect outline, his sharp pencil slanted just so, the tip barely touching so that he could sketch and drink, and cough without jerking, without ruining the work, or tearing the tissue paper, thin as a membrane, which like a clean skin arrived fresh each Saturday delivered by the dry cleaners, tucked into the crisp black vestment, wrapped around shirt cardboard, pinned to protect the high collar.

Bob Thurber
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