Top 43 Stella Benson Quotes
#1. You want the vote so badly that you think it worth while to become hysterical over it.' 'There is not much hysteria in the movement, only hysteria is the thing that strikes a hysterical press as most worthy of note.
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#2. Her grammar in moments of emergency always impressed Kew.
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#3. Sometimes I think there are two kinds of people - the autobiographists and the biographists.
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#4. I hope that the feeling of making poetry is not confined to the people who write it down. There is no luxury like it, and I hope we all share it ... I am sure that the great glory of poetry in one's heart does not wait on achievement.
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#5. Family jokes, though rightly cursed by strangers, are the bond that keeps most families alive.
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#7. The Law likes to be argued with. Take away words and where is the Law? Silence always annoys it.
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#8. The sun was like a word written between the sea and the sky, a word that was swallowed up by the sea before any man had time to read it.
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#9. There pass the trav'lling dreams, and these
My soul adores
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#10. And you shall find upon the beach
The traces of my dancing
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#11. To-night the swinging stars shall plumb
The silence of the sky.
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#12. The more committees you belong to, the less of ordinary life you will understand. When your daily round becomes nothing more than a daily round of committees you might as well be dead.
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#13. My soundless feet shall fly among the runners
Through the red thunders of a Zeppelin raid,
My still voice cheer the Anti-Aircraft gunners,
The fires shall glare - but I shall cast no shade.
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#14. Twenty-three is said to be the prime of life by those who have reached so far and no farther. It shares this distinction with every age, from ten to three-score and ten.
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#15. They were not spontaneous people. They were born with too great a love of words, a passion for drama at the expense of truth, and a habit of overweighting common life with romance.
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#16. Always there is a sort of dream of air between you and the hills of California, a veil of unreality in the intervening air. It gives the hills the bloom that peaches have, or grapes in the dew.
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#17. Californians have brought suburb-making almost to an art. Their cities and their country-side are equally suburban. No-one has a country house in California; no-one has a city house. It is good to see trees always from city windows, but it is not so good always to see houses from country windows.
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#18. That sea - that mother of a million summers,
Who bore, with melody, a million springs,
Shall sing for my enchantment...
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#19. Curiosity needs food as much as any of us, and dies soon if denied it.
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#20. To-day she had watched magic dancing in a mackintosh, and she was at a loss.
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#21. We travel because we do not know. We know that we do not know the best before we start. That is why we start. But we forget that we do not know the worst either. That is why we come back.
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#22. London knows much, and every momeny she learns a new thing, but this she shall never learn - that the sun shines all day and the moon all night on the silver tiles of her dark house, and that the young months climb her walls, and run singing in and out between her chimneys...
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#23. A committee, of course, exists for the purpose of damping enthusiasms.
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#24. I want to go out into the country, I want to thread the pale Spring air, and hear the lambs cry. I want to brush my face against the grass, and wade in a wave of bluebells.
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#25. Islands are gregarious animals, they decorate the ocean in conveys.
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#26. Nearly everybody in San Francisco writes poetry. Few San Franciscans would admit this, but most of them would rather like to have their productions accidentally discovered.
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#27. The moment of cocoa-drinking was always the moment of confidences.
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#29. There are some people who can never see a little cloud of fantasy float across the horizon of their dreams without building a heavy castle in the air upon it, and bringing it to earth.
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#30. Trees, skies, valleys mountains, seen through the rain-spotted windshield, were like a distorted, stippled landscape painted by a beginner who has not yet learned to wring living colour from his palette.
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#31. I want to introduce you to Jay, a 'bus-conductor and an idealist. She is not the heroine, but the most constantly apparent woman in this book. I cannot introduce you to a heroine because I have never met one.
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#32. You can't discover one foot of clay on an idol without suspecting the other.
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#33. Sometimes I pose, but sometimes I pose as posing.
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#34. There are, broadly speaking, two kinds of workers in the world, the people who do all the work, and the people who think they do all the work. The latter class is generally the busiest, the former never have time to be busy.
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#35. The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.
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#36. Los Angeles is a sophisticated city; it has no eccentricities and no heart.
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#37. Music is the ethereal connection between this world and the other.
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#39. My love, I see you through my tears.
No pity in your face I see.
I have sailed far across the years;
Stretch out, stretch out your arms to me.
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#40. Unpopularity is a excellent salve to the conscience; it is delicious to be misunderstood.
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#41. Come home, come home, you million ghosts,
The honest years shall make amends,
The sun and moon shall be your hosts,
The everlasting hills your friends.
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#42. Imagination seems to be a glory and a misery, a blessing and a curse. Adam, to his sorrow, lacked it. Eve, to her sorrow, possessed it. Had both been blessed - or cursed - with it, there would have been much keener competition for the apple.
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#43. Now there is hardly anything but magic abroad before seven o'clock in the morning. Only the disciples of magic like getting their feet wet, and being furiously happy on an empty stomach.
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