Meg Clayton > Meg's Quotes

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt

“The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter. ’tis the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.”
― Mark Twain, The Wit and Wisdom of Mark Twain: A Book of Quotations

“A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid. ”
― William Faulkner

“Where there is great love, there are always miracles.”
― Willa Cather

“Isn’t it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years.”
― Willa Cather, O Pioneers!

“Be the change that you wish to see in the world.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.”
― Willa Cather, O Pioneers!

“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
― Robert Frost

“If you can't stand your own company alone in a room for long hours, or, when it gets tough, the feeling of being in a locked cell, or, when it gets tougher still, the vague feeling of being buried alive--then don't be a writer.”
― Graham Swift

“Where there is love there is life.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”
― Plato

“Linda asked that morning what it was about Charlotte’s Web that Ally particularly liked; maybe it would help to think about that, since it was Ally’s model book.
“I like the family that comes together in the barn,” Ally said without hesitation. “I like that they aren’t all the same thing; one is human and one’s a spider and one’s a pig. I like that it has nothing to do with blood relations, and everything to do with love.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, The Wednesday Sisters

“we could hurt each other even when we weren't trying to, and that none of us was as perfect as we liked to pretend.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, The Wednesday Sisters

“Mommies can't look gross!' J.J. protested.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, The Wednesday Sisters

“We didn't know each other well enough yet to risk mucking around in any real way in each other's lives.”
― Meg Waite Clayton

“It's daylight and I can see so many things I couldn't see back then. - Laney”
― Meg Waite Clayton, The Four Ms. Bradwells

“...the state of Virginia had turned down twenty-one thousand women for admission to state colleges in 1970 while not turning away a single man...”
― Meg Waite Clayton

“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
― Mark Twain

“If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.”
― Joan Powers, Pooh's Little Instruction Book

“My father used to say courage isn't the absence of fear, but rather going forward in the face of it.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, The Last Train to London

“It was an honor, to be listened to closely, to be heard. One could honor someone without agreeing with them.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, The Last Train to London

“She turned to him, listening as closely as her parents had always listened to her. It was an honor, to be listened to closely, to be heard. One could honor someone without agreeing with them.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, The Last Train to London

“The thinnest of silver linings on clouds banishing all light.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, The Last Train to London

“Most of us say what everyone else says, or we say nothing at all, so we won’t look like fools.”
― Meg Waite Clayton, The Last Train to London