Roseate Spoonbill Quotes

#1. My father usually agreed with her requests, because stamped in his two-footed stance and jaw was the word Provider, and he loved her the way a bird-watcher's heart leaps when he hears the call of the roseate spoonbill, a fluffy pink wader, calling its lilting coo-coo from the mangroves.

Aimee Bender

#2. I suspect that had my dad not been president, he'd be asking the same questions: How'd your meeting go with so-and-so? . How did you feel when you stood up in front of the people for the State of the Union Address-state of the budget address, whatever you call it.

George W. Bush

#3. The best parts about writing a show are [its] first, second and 10th anniversaries. Everything else is relative levels of hell.

Alan Menken

#4. Why am I more cautious as I age instead of the other way around? I wonder if it's all tied in to failure. I tend to forget my gains and remember only the losses. The failures have piled up, wreaking havoc with my confidence until, as an adult, I've become afraid to take chances.

Joan Anderson

#5. You don't think the losing is ever going to end, but when it does end, you get to enjoy it and keep working with it and keep getting it better, and that's where we are.

Scott Brooks

#6. I would like to read some books: I don't have time; I would like to continue working on my autobiography.

Gunther Schuller

#7. Our sweet illusions are half of them conscious illusions, like effects of colour that we know to be made up of tinsel, broken glass and rags.

George Eliot

#8. Gratitude is a burden upon our imperfect nature, and we are but too willing to ease ourselves of it, or at least to lighten it as much as we can.

Philip Dormer Stanhope

#9. A lack of love is the cause for most problems in life, when love is missing, nothing can flourish, only pain thrives.

Leon Brown

#10. Up above, we will defend the life of the trees and the mountains from further devastation. Down below [in the towns], we will spread death and mercy.

Corneliu Zelea Codreanu

#11. The boundaries between you and not-you - what lies beyond your skin - relax and become more permeable. While infused with love you see fewer distinctions between you and others. Indeed, your ability to see others - really see them, wholeheartedly - springs open.

Barbara Fredrickson

#12. The poem finds the word that finds the feeling.

Jeanette Winterson