Top 64 Whitcomb Quotes
#1. If you know anything about James Whitcomb Riley, you know that Little Orphan Annie is one of the most fantastic characters who ever lived in America before Charlie Chaplin.
Marguerite Young
#2. One naked star has waded through
The purple shallows of the night,
And faltering as falls the dew
It drips its misty light.
James Whitcomb Riley
#3. The fear of being noticed after a hundred years disappears as I look into a pair of autumn-colored eyes.
Laura Whitcomb
#4. When you awaken some morning and hear that somebody or other has been discovered, you can put it down as a fact that he discovered himself years ago - since that time he has been toiling, working, and striving to make himself worthy of general discovery.
James Whitcomb Riley
#5. It seemed as natural as two blades of grass brushing each other in the wind.
Laura Whitcomb
#6. I had asked her for help, and she had sent me to the lions. I knew that she was trying to save her little girl, but sometimes mothers with the best intentions kill their daughters all the same.
Laura Whitcomb
#8. You deserve to be happy. What can I do?"
Don't send me away, I thought.
He looked at me again. "What do you want?"
"I want to taste an apple," I said. And your lips, I thought.
Laura Whitcomb
#9. O, it sets my heart a clickin' like the tickin' of a clock, when the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
James Whitcomb Riley
#10. The material was wrinkled, yet even in the low light it remembered the shape of two bodies.
Laura Whitcomb
#11. When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.
James Whitcomb Riley
#13. O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.
James Whitcomb Riley
#14. That I am your heart's secret fills me with song. I wish I could sing of you here in my cage. You are my heart's hidden poem. I reread you, memorize you every moment we're apart.
Laura Whitcomb
#15. My father said, You are a spirit. Where did you die?
and we were equally alive. I thought to correct him
but he was not in his perfect mind.
Katharine Whitcomb
#16. Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strewberries melts
On the vine.
James Whitcomb Riley
#18. Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you're dead.
Laura Whitcomb
#19. As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone,
And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known,
So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in shadowy design
I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.
James Whitcomb Riley
#20. Who bides his time tastes the sweet Of honey in the saltiest tear; And though he fares with slowest feet Joy runs to meet him drawing near.
James Whitcomb Riley
#21. I would court you with a passion, if things were different.
Laura Whitcomb
#22. Boys and girls hid in the library stacks or behind the gym and flew at each other with no promise of love or even kindness, tasting one another in clumsly attempts to steal pleasure before they could be hurt or hated.
Laura Whitcomb
#23. Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone.
Laura Whitcomb
#24. Tell you what I like the best -
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, - some afternoon
Like to jes' git out and rest,
And not work at nothin' else!
James Whitcomb Riley
#25. Oh, the world's a curious compound, with its honey and its gall, With its cares and bitter crosses, but a good world after all. And a good God must have made it-leastways, that is what I say, When a hand is on my shoulder in a friendly sort of way.
James Whitcomb Riley
#26. Many worlds, but one God
His power is the sun in every land,
His forgiveness the moon watching over every night,
His love the star in every corner of the heavens.
Laura Whitcomb
#27. And the sun had on a crown
Wrought of gilded thistledown,
And a scarf of velvet vapor
And a raveled rainbow gown;
And his tinsel-tangled hair
Tossed and lost upon the air
Was glossier and flossier
Than any anywhere.
James Whitcomb Riley
#28. Somebody's sent a funny little valentine to me. It's a bunch of baby-roses in a vase of filigree, And hovering above them ... is a fairy cupid tangled in a scarf of poetry.
James Whitcomb Riley
#29. As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.
Laura Whitcomb
#30. To desperately hope," I whispered
James let out a breath. "To gratefully believe.
Laura Whitcomb
#31. Continuous, unflagging effort, persistence and determination will win. Let not the man be discouraged who has these.
James Whitcomb Riley
#33. I was floating on a river of calm, a leaf on a current.
Laura Whitcomb
#35. I would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.
Laura Whitcomb
#36. As I watched that single thread of lightning billow through the water above me like the aurora borealis, I imagined the heavy cord of time stretching away from me in the water like the hard, thick rope on a great ship.
Laura Whitcomb
#37. Perhaps it wasn't that time had frozen but that it was now moving at the pace of infinity. A moment now becomes a century.
Laura Whitcomb
#38. The most essential factor is persistence - the determination never to allow your energy or enthusiasm to be dampened by the discouragement that must inevitably come.
James Whitcomb Riley
#39. I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen.
Laura Whitcomb
#40. I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.
Laura Whitcomb
#41. A sea of dreams trapped in a span of pressed pages
Laura Whitcomb
#43. I bless the hoss from hoof to head -
From head to hoof, and tale to mane! -
I bless the hoss, as I have said,
From head to hoof, and back again!
James Whitcomb Riley
#44. Be a sparrow, I told myself. Be silent and fly away. No one will bother you if you disappear.
Laura Whitcomb
#45. As his flesh touched my spirit, the feeling of falling turned into a feeling of flying. I was soaring through time toward him.
Laura Whitcomb
#46. I felt my being flutter. each tousled head that came through the door i wanted to be his, but no and on, a dozen boys entered, yet not the one.
Laura Whitcomb
#47. Perhaps I couldn't tickle the inside of his ear, but I could reach the mysterious curves of his mind.
Laura Whitcomb
#48. Just walk up to your hell & give it a push. Run through it & i'll be waiting on the other side.
Laura Whitcomb
#49. He was watching me and when our eyes met, i had no fan to cover my face, no way to hid my feelings. i was desperate for him, and he could see it, all the way in me.
Laura Whitcomb
#50. It seemed as if humans had lost the ability to make their own fun. The more they were gifted with inventions, the less they needed one another. They didn't sing or play the fiddle at the hearth; they turned on the stereo. They didn't tell stories on the porch; they watched television.
Laura Whitcomb
#51. The jelly - the jam and the marmalade, And the cherry-and quince-'preserves' she made! And the sweet-sour pickles of peach and pear, With cinnamon in 'em, and all things rare! And the more we ate was the more to spare, Out to old Aunt Mary's! Ah!
James Whitcomb Riley
#52. He kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag.
"My God," he said. "What happened?"
"I found out one may check out twenty books at a time from the school library.
Laura Whitcomb
#53. It is no use to grumble and complain; It's just as cheap and easy to rejoice; When God sorts out the weather and sends rain - Why, rain's my choice.
James Whitcomb Riley
#54. It was all real and blazing with detail.
But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.
Laura Whitcomb
#55. Time is a ribbon, a delicate organdy, so thin that you can see through it to the layer of time below and the layer above. Moments overlapping, lying on top of each other.
Laura Whitcomb
#56. Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.
Laura Whitcomb
#57. Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like - Here Mr. Brown paused again. Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten.
Laura Whitcomb
#58. Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping.
Laura Whitcomb
#60. I am not one of the people who believe that the main reason why a chap becomes a bookmaker is because he is too scared to steal and too heavy to become a jockey.
Noel Whitcomb
#62. Books are boring," James said as he wrote.
"They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.
Laura Whitcomb
#63. Obedience is bondage, if God wants to be adored he should make himself more loving.
Laura Whitcomb
#64. Just walk up to your hell & give it a push. Run through it & i'll be waiting on the other side.
Laura Whitcomb
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