John Milton Quotes

I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.

Great men are meteors designed to burn so that earth may be lighted.

I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.

To the wind with what the world thinks about us. We are not to seek the approval of earth, but the honor of heaven.

Some technologies don't pan out; some companies fail. But I will not walk away from the promise of clean energy. ... I will not cede the wind or solar or battery industry to China or Germany because we refuse to make the same commitment here.

...I feel as though I made a face and the wind changed, and now I have to go through life grimacing in this horrible way.

They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boots and the moors, but the warmth of the sun and the colour of the wind. A whole new concept. Such stimulation. Such vitality.

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears to hear it.

Take time as it comes, the wind as it blows, woman as she is.

To by held above the earth and be brushed by the wind," she said,"it's like your heart has been kissed by beauty.

I hope I need not confess that a large part of my stock in trade consists of platitudes rescued from the cobwebbed shelves of yesterday... This borrowing and refurbishing of shop-worn goods, as a matter of fact, is the invariable habit of traders in ideas, at all times and everywhere. It is not, however, that all the conceivable human notions have been thought out; it is simply, to be quite honest, that the sort of men who volunteer to think out new ones seldom, if ever, have wind enough for a full day's work.

The hounds all join in glorious cry, / The huntsman winds his horn: / And a-hunting we will go.

I don't believe it is in the state's interest to industrialize our ridge lines.

I want you to have all the academic freedom you want as long as you wind up saying the bible account (of creation) is true and all others are not.

Lights come and go in the night sky. Men, troubled at last by the things they build, may toss in their sleep and dream bad dreams, or lie awake while the meteors whisper greenly overhead. But nowhere in all space or on a thousand worlds will there be men to share our loneliness.

Any action, like any act of magic, is in some sense an act of faith ... I've seen the desert bloom, the flower that emerges from the barest hint of water, and I know the power of life will rise, stubborn and persistent to be renewed. May our actions be the wind that brings the rain.

The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.

The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.

Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me.

They are so confident that they will run on forever. But they won't run on. They don't know that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that some day it'll have to hit.

Geniuses are like thunderstorms: they go against the wind, terrify people, clear the air.

I've been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between 'em they done Tried to make me Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'-- But I don't care! I'm still here!

I will be a wise and tolerant monarch, dispencing justice fairly, and only setting nightmares to rip out the winds of the evil and the wicked. Or just anybody that I don't like.

There is nothing as relaxing as being out on the open sea, listening to the waves and the wind and the sails and voices downstairs yelling "HOW DO YOU FLUSH THESE TOILETS?"

How many things are now at loose ends! Who knows which way the wind will blow tomorrow?