The earliest storytellers were magi, seers, bards, griots, shamans. They were, it would seem, old as time, and as terrifying to gaze… — Ben Okri Copy Share Image
With this blistering salvo of poetic gutshots Lawson has proven himself Bizarro’s true bard, its mad laureate. Switching from dark whimsy to… — Jeremy Robert Johnson Copy Share Image
“We know summer is the height of of being alive. We don't believe in God or the prospect of an afterlife mostly,… — Gary Shteyngart Copy Share Image
Great is the art, Great be the manners, of the bard. He shall not his brain encumber With the coil of rhythm… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Literature was not promulgated by a pale and emasculated critical priesthood singing their litanies in empty churches - nor is it a… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
The will is free; Strong is the soul, and wise, and beautiful; The seeds of godlike power are in us still; Gods… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
By all means," cried the bard, his eyes lighting up. "A Fflam to the rescue! Storm the castle! Carry it by assault!… — Lloyd Alexander Copy Share Image
the fact that they stole their whole shtick from Woody Guthrie and the coal-mining bards. While the alternative nation meows about personal… — Jim Goad Copy Share Image
This siren, this goat-footed bard, this half human visitor to our age the hag-ridden and enchanted woods of Celtic antiquity. One catches… — John Maynard Keynes Copy Share Image
The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame, Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard, Those… — Robert Blair Copy Share Image
She has her own glamour, Willy lad. All poets do, all the bards and artists, all the musicians who truly take the… — Emma Bull Copy Share Image
Go ye, who rest so placidly upon the sacred Bard who had been young, and when he strung his harp was old,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Of all that writ, he was the wisest bard, who spoke this mighty truth- He that knew all that ever learning writ,… — Aphra Behn Copy Share Image
Do not let the empty cup be your first teacher of the blessings you had when it was full. Do not let… — Alexander MacLaren Copy Share Image
The genuine remains of Ossian, or those ancient poems which bear his name, though of less fame and extent, are, in many… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
O Black and unknown bards of long ago, How came your lips to touch the sacred fire? — James Weldon Johnson Copy Share Image
Sometimes humans hit on a moment of profundity more complete than their dim minds could comprehend, and they took that nugget of… — Kelley Armstrong Copy Share Image
What is the end of Fame? 'tis but to fill A certain portion of uncertain paper: Some liken it to climbing up… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
What so pure, which envious tongues will spare? Some wicked wits have libell'd all the fair, With matchless impudence they style a… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Take her to the kitchen,” came the order. “If she lies, throw her in the cauldron." “He was jesting about the cauldron,… — Nalini Singh Copy Share Image
Modern storytellers are the descendants of an immense and ancient community of holy people, troubadours, bards, griots, cantadoras, cantors, traveling poets, bums,… — Clarissa Pinkola Estes Copy Share Image
Teaching is a sacred art. This is why the noblest druid is not the one who conjures fires and smoke but the… — Kate Horsley Copy Share Image
“Let you sing of us all by name, that we may live as long as the song." "All three hundred of you?"… — Rosemary Sutcliff Copy Share Image
