
Top 15 Robert Olmstead Quotes
#1. In her mind, men were no different than droughty weather or a sudden burst of rainless storm.
Robert Olmstead
#3. This cat-and-mouse could not last forever, and he also knew that when you are the mouse you don't have much to say about it to the cat.
Robert Olmstead
#4. They came and they went; they ached and pained. They laughed privately and cried to themselves as if heeding a way- off silent call. They were forever childish, sweet and convulsive. They heard sound the way dog heard sound. They were like the moon- they changed every eight days.
Robert Olmstead
#5. By making pictures, you learn the many different properties of photography. I use those properties differently than, say, an advertising agency would, but we're both operating in the same reality. A face painted by Picasso occupies the same reality as a portrait by Stieglitz.
Sigmar Polke
#6. The American dream has now morphed into an expectation. And if it isn't provided, or if it doesn't happen, then people feel cheated.
Rush Limbaugh
#7. But, you see, it's not what you do that matters really. It's only you."
"Me what?"
"Just you here. Or you in the city. Or you somewhere in the world. I don't know. Just that.
Ayn Rand
#8. Every night I fold myself into her, every night she comes into my life and I feel her hand on my heart and she is saying, I am here ... I am here.
Robert Olmstead
#9. The presidency does not yield to definition. Like the glory of a morning sunrise, it can be experienced.
Calvin Coolidge
#10. I have had affairs that lasted decades and others that lasted for hours. I have loved princesses and peasants. And I suppose they loved me, each in their way.
Erin Morgenstern
#11. Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? ... He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage ...
Robert Olmstead
#12. Of late she'd become impatient with the inexplicit needs of boys and men and their acting so rashly on what they could not fathom and surely could not articulate.
- Coal Black Horse Chapter 1
Robert Olmstead
#14. The most primitive places left with us are the swamps, where the spruce still grows shaggy with usnea.
Henry David Thoreau
#15. All that night he followed bends of the black road jeweled by starlight until the wan light of the dawn touched the east with red and the pastures turned green. (pg. 76)
Robert Olmstead
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