Quotes of the Week - August 18, 2008:
"Eat, sleep and swim. That's all I can do." -- Olympic champion
Michael Phelps explains the secret of his success, a lot of eggs in
a 12,000 calories a day diet.
"The world just got a little less funny." -- George Clooney's
reaction to the death of his friend, comedian Bernie Mac, 50.
"This is not 1968 and the invasion of Czechoslovakia, where Russia
can invade its neighbor, occupy a capital, overthrow a government and
get away with it. Things have changed." -- Condoleezza Rice on
military clashes between Russia and Georgia.
"They are steeped in sin and, if eaten long enough for in quantity,
will almost certainly kill you." -- Actress Emma Thompson on the
scourge of potato crisps.
Authors:
The Wind in the Willows Quotes, Famous Quotes Sayings from The Wind
in the Willows
Sudden
and magnificent, the sun's broad golden disc showed itself over
the horizon facing them; and the first rays, shooting across
the level water-meadows, took the animals full in the eyes and
dazzled them. When they were able to look once more, the Vision
had vanished, and the air was full of the carol of birds that
hailed the dawn. The Wind in the Willows Ch. 7.
As
they stared blankly in dumb misery deepening as they slowly
realised all they had seen and all they had lost, a capricious
little breeze, dancing up from the surface of the water, tossed
the aspens, shook the dewy roses and blew lightly and caressingly
in their faces; and with its soft touch came instant oblivion.
For this is the last best gift that the kindly demi-god is careful
to bestow on those to whom he has revealed himself in their
helping: the gift of forgetfulness. Lest the awful remembrance
should remain and grow, and overshadow mirth and pleasure, and
the great haunting memory should spoil all the after-lives of
little animals helped out of difficulties, in order that they
should be happy and lighthearted as before. The Wind in the Willows Ch. 7.
Mole
stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly
from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, and can
re-capture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty of it, the
beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer
bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties;
so Mole, after struggling with his memory for a brief space,
shook his head sadly and followed the Rat. The Wind in the Willows Ch. 7.
I
feel as if I had been through something very exciting and rather
terrible, and it was just over; and yet nothing particular has
happened. I feel as if I had been through something very exciting
and rather terrible, and it was just over; and yet nothing particular
has happened. The Wind in the Willows Mole to Rat, Ch. 7.
"Now
it is turning into words again - faint but clear - Lest the
awe should dwell - And turn your frolic to fret - You shall
look on my power at the helping hour - But then you shall forget!
Now the reeds take it up - forget, forget, they sigh, and it
dies away in a rustle and a whisper. Then the voice returns
-
"Lest limbs be reddened and rent - I spring the trap that
is set - As I loose the snare you may glimpse me there - For
surely you shall forget! Row nearer, Mole, nearer to the reeds!
It is hard to catch, and grows each minute fainter.
"Helper and healer, I cheer - Small waifs in the woodland
wet - Strays I find in it, wounds I bind in it - Bidding them
all forget!" The Wind in the Willows Ch. 7.
"But
what do the words mean?" asked the wondering Mole.
"That I do not know," said the Rat simply. "I
passed them on to you as they reached me. Ah! now they return
again, and this time full and clear! This time, at last, it
is the real, the unmistakable thing, simple - passionate - perfect
- " The Wind in the Willows Ch. 7.
The
world has held great Heroes,
As history books have showed;
But never a name to go down to fame
Compared with that of Toad! The Wind in the Willows Toad, Ch. 10.
The
clever men at Oxford
Know all that there is to be knowed.
But they none of them know one half as much
As intelligent Mr. Toad! The Wind in the Willows Toad, Ch. 10.
Free!
The word and the thought alone were worth fifty blankets. He
was warm from end to end as he thought of the jolly world outside,
waiting eagerly for him to make his triumphal entrance, ready
to serve him and play up to him, anxious to help him and to
keep him company, as it always had been in days of old before
misfortune fell upon him. The Wind in the Willows Ch. 10.
Well,
well, perhaps I am a bit of a talker. A popular fellow such
as I am - my friends get round me - we chaff, we sparkle, we
tell witty stories - and somehow my tongue gets wagging. I have
the gift of conversation. I've been told I ought to have a salon,
whatever that may be. The Wind in the Willows Toad, Ch. 11.
The
Wind in the Willows, a classic of children's literature, was written
in 1908 by Scottish-born writer Kenneth Grahame. Born March 8, 1859.
Died July 6, 1932.
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