Top 100 Lark Quotes
#1. Dumb luck brought on the move from business to acting. I had moved to New York when I was 23, in the year 2000. On a lark, I went to audition for a soap opera. I thought, 'Hey, this will be a really fun story to tell my grandkids one day, that I auditioned for a soap!'
Teddy Sears
#2. I have no worries myself, nor do I exude or possess within my living stratus any reason why someone should worry [on] my behalf.
Lark Voorhies
#3. armed with the Lark Rise to Candleford trilogy as well as the entire Outlander series to sink into on the journey. It
Jenny Colgan
#4. Sandry: "There has to be something we can do."
Lark: "We're mages. We do what we can, but some problems are too big to fix."
Sandry: "Then I wish I weren't a mage. What good is magic, if you can't use it to help people.
Tamora Pierce
#5. It's great isn't it, all this exercise lark? I used to laugh at people on treadmills; now I love it.
Richard Desmond
#6. Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her
Victor Hugo
#7. From somewhere in the blue vault of heaven overhead came the joyous trilling of a lark, from below the silken rustling of the tideless sea.
Rafael Sabatini
#8. ...For can you think how it would be, to never, never hear a meadow lark sing again...?
Bess Streeter Aldrich
#9. You were not supposed to love me, Lark. I did not set out to make you love me. And I was not supposed to love you. But I do. And it is terrible.
Amy Harmon
#10. he knew, but Gwyneira always drove him to desperation. "Of course I didn't offer him anything. I appealed to his reason and sense of honor. However, these qualities don't seem to hold much weight for him." Terence turned away, visibly ashamed.
Sarah Lark
#11. Teach me, O lark! with thee to greatly rise, to exalt my soul and lift it to the skies.
Edmund Burke
#12. A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#14. The little and the great are joined in one By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun Is linked unto the glow-worm's tiny spark; The eagle soars to heaven in his flight; And in those realms of space, all bathed in light, Soar none except the eagle and the lark.
Emma Lazarus
#15. buttons, and turns out his toes.' [later editions continued as follows When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark, But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.] 'That's different from what
Lewis Carroll
#16. You are not a gentle flower who spends its whole life in a greenhouse. You are a wildfire, Lark. A wildfire.
Ilona Andrews
#17. My mother saw a movie when she was 14 years old. I forget the name of the movie, but one of the lead characters was named Lark. She decided then she would name me and she stuck to it, and here I am.
Lark Voorhies
#18. In nature everything is valuable, everything has its place. The rose, the daisy, the lark, the squirrel, each is different but beautiful. Each has its own expression. Each flower its' own fragrance. Each bird its' own song. So you too have your own unique melody.
Diane Dreher
#19. Say you're beautiful," I whispered, stroking her.
"I'm beautiful."
"Good," I murmured, kissing her jaw then moving south. "Say it again.
Bijou Hunter
#20. desperately needed to practice her German, because she couldn't sing Schubert's songs in English for
Sarah Lark
#21. Housework is a breeze. Cooking is a pleasant diversion. Putting up a retaining wall is a lark. But teaching is like climbing a mountain.
Fawn M. Brodie
#22. Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world
Robert Browning
#23. As I once told your mother, I do not accept trying. Trying is not good enough. Change. You can.
Jane Lark
#24. I'd spent my whole career dealing with badasses taking care of my nine-month-old boy should be a lark.
C.I. Dennis
#25. She was my little lark. The name had entered my mind the moment I laid eyes on her,
Amy Harmon
#26. I thrive with fashion and shopping and imports and things like that. It gives me a rush. I love Barneys New York and Neiman Marcus and all the top-of-the-line houses.
Lark Voorhies
#27. Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.
Walter Scott
#28. There are some memories you can only live with if you don't share them with anyone.
Sarah Lark
#29. The moment I saw the red mark across Lark's face, a little part of my humanity died. While she entered the house and tried to explain, I heard only part of her words. The ones about who hurt her and who needed to bleed.
Bijou Hunter
#30. Lark of memory
it is your blood that is flowing
and not mine
Lark of memory
I have tightened my fist
Lark of memory
dead bird of mist
you should not have come
to eat from my hand
the grains of oblivion.
Jacques Prevert
#32. There is small merit in mocking goodness, tweaking charity; it is much more comic to deprive people of their petty little existence for no reason at all, for a lark.
Jacques Rigaut
#33. I said once that you are like ice. And you are. Silver and perfect . . . glistening. And hard. You're so hard, Lark. I want you to be soft sometimes. I need you to let me in.
Amy Harmon
#34. Heine commenting on the music of Louis Hector Berlioz: He is an immense nightingale, a lark as great as an eagle ... The music causes me to dream of fabulous empires, filled with fabulous sins.
Hector Berlioz
#35. When I disconnect from Skype, I can let go of the cheerful face I've been trying to hold for Jess's sake.
Lark O'Neal
#36. did not recognize that any of the fault
Sarah Lark
#37. When I was a child and the snow fell, my mother always rushed to the kitchen and made snow ice cream and divinity fudge-egg whites, sugar and pecans, mostly. It was a lark then and I always associate divinity fudge with snowstorms.
Eudora Welty
#38. Daja: "He and Rosethorn work together? They hate each other."
Lark: "I didn't say they liked it.
- Daja and Lark referring to Rosethorn and Crane's cooperation on finding the cures for new diseases
Tamora Pierce
#39. But you the pathways of the sky Found first, and tasted heavenly springs, Unfettered as the lark that sings, And knew strange raptures, - though we sigh, "Poor Iccarus!"
Florence Earle Coates
#40. Lark: "You shouldn't yell at her."
Frostpine: "Of course I should. Gods bless us all, Lark, but our Water dedicates would try the patience of a stone."
- Dedicates Lark and Frostpine when the latter found out that the Water Temple had run out of warded boxes
Tamora Pierce
#41. Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds poured forth their songs from the shady trees; the lark soared high above the waving corn; and the deep buzz of insects filled the air.
Charles Dickens
#42. Lark: You got a phone??? I love the selfie.
Zach: I did. I've joined the 21st Century.
Lark: Does this mean you'll send me a dick pic later?
Zach: Let's not get carried away.
Sarina Bowen
#43. You glow, Lark." His hand climbed back up again and swept over my unbound hair. I swallowed, suddenly close to tears. Then why does no one see me? "I see you," he said.
Amy Harmon
#44. Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love.
William Wordsworth
#45. Raising people is not some lark. It's serious work with serious repercussions. It's air-traffic control. You can't step out for a minute; you can barely pause to scratch your ankle.
Kelly Corrigan
#46. We're alike, Jess would tell himself, me and Miss Edmunds ... We don't belong at Lark Creek, Julia and me.
Katherine Paterson
#47. Film is a lark to me - thank God I don't have to make a living from it.
Huey Lewis
#48. There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the River Dee; He worked and sang, from morn to night; No lark so blithe as he. And this the burden of his song, Forever used to be, I care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me.
Isaac Bickerstaffe
#49. Did God mind that dreadful singing, he who made the nightingale and the lark? Probably not. Probably it was the soul of Mrs Crabtree he was listening to, the worshipping song of her heart, and that rang true as a bell.
Penelope Wilcock
#50. Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark.
William Shakespeare
#51. Smokey and The Bandit was just a lark. All we did was run up and down those Georgia roads wrecking cars and having the time of our life.
Jerry Reed
#52. So be my passing! My task accomplished and the long day done, My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gathered in the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death.
William Ernest Henley
#53. I have always been a night owl rather than a lark.
Sara Sheridan
#54. I had wakened the glow: his features beamed.
'Oh, you are indeed there, my sky-lark!
Charlotte Bronte
#55. The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.
Edmund Waller
#56. Damn, Lark, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you."
She looked at him, blinking her owlish eyes. "You think I'm crying because of you?"
"I was a bastard."
"Well, yeah, but you're my brother. I'm used to it.
Maisey Yates
#57. The owl goes not into the nest of the lark.
Victor Hugo
#58. Despite her love of pineapple on pizza, Lark was perfection. I felt like a love starved moth drawn to the light of her smile.
Bijou Hunter
#60. She wondered if he thought this was all a lark, a game. She'd been to Disney World once. There the fairies were cute and sweet and didn't attempt to kill the visitors. Living here wasn't anything like the human faerie fairs or theme parks.
Terry Spear
#61. The horse and the cow, the rabbit and the cat, the deer and the hare, the pheasant and the lark, please us better as friends than as meat.
Elisee Reclus
#62. Thinking is to man what flying is to birds. Don't follow the example of a chicken when you could be a lark.
Albert Einstein
#63. And suddenly she began to sing. Keen, heart-piercing was her song as the song of the lark that rises from the gates of night and pours its voice among the dying stars, seeing the sun behind the walls of the world
J.R.R. Tolkien
#64. There's no such thing as too much love.
Laura Lark
#65. To a Young Poet Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird. Bird and wing together Go down, one feather. No thing that ever flew, Not the lark, not you, Can die as others do.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#66. Kia ora meant hello. Tana was man, wahine woman. She learned that you did not say "thank you" but showed your gratitude through actions and that the Maori did not shake hands in greeting but rubbed noses instead. This ritual was called hongi
Sarah Lark
#68. To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
John Milton
#69. My brain is dull, my sight is foul,
I cannot write a verse, or read
Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl,
And let us have a lark instead.
Thomas Hood
#71. I'm so sick of sitting on this fucking thing," she sighed, finding a comfortable spot. "After they're born, let's burn the couch."
"Or donate it," Aaron said, bringing her a glass of water.
"Don't ruin my destructive groove with your good sense.
Bijou Hunter
#72. Yours will be the wings of an eagle's flight, the soaring of a lark, sunward, heavenward, Godward! But you must take time to be holy - in meditation, in prayer, and especially in the use of the Bible.
F.B. Meyer
#73. Earlier, I'd found Lark in the gym, telling her, "I'm giving Cyclops a bath."
Her response: "Your funeral.
Kresley Cole
#74. I'd played with Jon Wurster as a duo just for a lark.
John Darnielle
#75. I'm just happy as a lark having a good health. People say are you thinking about retiring, I don't have time to think about retiring.
Betty White
#77. On the inside I would still be little Lark, brittle bones and sharp feelings, certain that I would never be able to fulfill the duties before me.
Amy Harmon
#78. Getting up once in the dark to go adventuring is a lark. Twice in two days smacks of masochism.
Diana Gabaldon
#79. All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.
Oscar Wilde
#80. Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.
John B. Tabb
#81. What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?
William Shakespeare
#82. We did get to keep a few choice items. I kept a few pairs of slacks and power suits that stood out. I still have a few outstanding pieces from 'Saved by the Bell' simply because they were from 'Saved by the Bell.' They're vaulted in my storage space.
Lark Voorhies
#83. Somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air ... I think it's a sort of lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with the voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling on them, you will hear its mate call back in a moment.
Jane Johnson
#84. Jerry and I always felt that the character was enjoying himself. He was having fun: he wasn't taking himself seriously. It was always a lark for him, as you can see in my early drawings.
Joe Shuster
#85. It still hurt her to see their poems before her, printed in the curving Yeged-dai script, using Yegedin forms and the images so beloved of the Yegedin: the single pebble, the grasshopper at twilight, the song of a heartbroken lark sitting in a bent tree.
Yoon Ha Lee
#86. And now the herald lark Left his ground-nest, high tow'ring to descry The morn's approach, and greet her with his song.
John Milton
#87. Love is like jumping off a cliff, even when you know you're acrophobic.
Lark Books
#88. Seducing highborn ladies, and raping peasant girls was a lark, but when Piers had suggested murder, he had thought him simply struggling with the frustration of losing for the first time in his life.
Bertrice Small
#89. Little Willie, full of glee,
Put radium in grandma's tea.
Now he thinks it quite a lark
To see her shining in the dark.
Harry Graham
#90. None of this 'different diets' lark. I can't remember the last time I tried some new fad.
Kate Winslet
#91. Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts,
By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell;
Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants,
And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.
Tobias Smollett
#92. their lambs spent the whole summer loose in the highlands without any significant losses. They produced wool of consistently high quality, and were easy to feed and simple to handle. It was no surprise that other breeders
Sarah Lark
#93. Flamingo necks, peacock brains, pike livers, lark tongues, sow's udders, elephant trunks and ears extravagantly frilled with parsley.
Kate Quinn
#97. Clearly I am a very strong, top-of-the-line, always-rising-to-it personage.
Lark Voorhies
#98. I had a teacher senior year in high school. He was a theater teacher, and he basically was a little bit like 'High School Musical.' He kind of encouraged the jocks to get involved with the plays. I did it as kind of a senior year lark.
D. B. Sweeney
#99. Men don't want candy that's been unwrapped. Maybe for a lark, but not when it comes to marriage. It may still be perfectly clean, but if it's unwrapped, they don't know where it's been.
Laura Moriarty
#100. Be as the birds" He nodded to his pigeon crates. "Finding grace in how God made you, one with this world and the next. The pigeon does not pine to be a lark, or a cat, or a fish.
Umberto Tosi
