Nellie Bly Quotes

I am very sorry to say that I rejoiced when I once more perceived the towers of Windsor behind me.

Leaving America is like losing twenty pounds and finding a new girlfriend.

I had a house burn down once, and everything in life burned, except my family, and it was so liberating. I didn't have a bad moment about it. It sort of reinvigorated my interest in a lot of things.

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?

Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.

Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.

I decided to fly through the air and live in the sunlight and enjoy life as much as I could.

In loss itself I find assuagement: having lost the treasure, I've nothing to fear.

It was good to get out of prison and home to the family.

She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with a chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.

Right now I'm just delighted to be alive and to have had a nice long bath.

The only thing that ultimately matters is to eat an ice-cream cone, play a slide trombone, plant a small tree, good God, now you're free.

The year hasn't started yet and it's already been the best I've ever had.

People ask me if I live each day like it's my last, and I don't. I live each day like it's my first, and I can't wait for the next one.

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

The suffering of the Bahamian people is nearly ended. A new day is coming. It is almost here.

The kind of world I'm endlessly going on about is pretty well doomed, but nevertheless I think there are recesses of it worth celebrating.

I no longer want reminders of what was, what got broken, what got lost, what got wasted.

This is a moment that I deeply wish my parents could have lived to share. My father would have enjoyed what you have so generously said of me-and my mother would have believed it.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.

I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting - she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely... gone.

Mirth is the sweet wine of human life. It should be offered sparkling with zestful life unto God.

Happiness is the longing for repetition.