Poetry Quote by Amanda Leigh Download Open image ““It still is on the run, time that is.”” — Amanda Leigh ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Poetry Time
“It still is on the run, time that is. Sometimes it seems like everything’s changing; my whole world is rearranging. Everything’s different, and yet… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
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“The reason time is always running out is because it has nothing else better to do.” — Carroll Bryant Copy Share Image
“Sometimes you wait for the right time and you run out of time altogether.” — Regina Sirois Copy Share Image
“Progress might have been all right once, but it has gone on far too long.” — Ogden Nash Copy Share Image
“Time is a most versatile resource. It flies, marches on, works wonders, and will tell. It also runs out.” — Kathryn Alesandrini Copy Share Image
“We held each other's gaze for a long moment and I willed my breath to come evenly instead of the uneven gasps that I… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“If I'm supposed to be SO powerful then why can't I destroy that thing?” — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“They say there is a fine line between love and hate. I once loved Kaleib like a brother, now I hated him with the… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“It still is on the run, time that is. Sometimes it seems like everything’s changing; my whole world is rearranging. Everything’s different, and yet… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“I don’t understand how everything moves so quickly. They say time flies when you’re having fun, but I wasn’t always having fun. Even when… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“More than the attraction - like a magnetic pull - between us, more than the tiny nagging voice that said he wouldn't hesitate to… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“The flames that popped up wouldn't stop coming. Like they were coming straight from her soul. Straight from her anger. Her rage coming out… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“Why can’t I quiet the thoughts running through my head? Put down the pen and climb snugly into bed?” — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“You see another who looks thirsty. Walking over to them, you nudge them on the back. They look at you, and you gesture toward… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“I was so close to her that I could lean down just a bit...her lips were so close...I could lean down and kiss those… — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“You can come if you want, but I'm going with or without you. Unless you're scared?” — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
“Everything’s different, and yet everything’s the same. Time is just a crazy game.” — Amanda Leigh Copy Share Image
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A poet is wounded into speech, and he examines these wounds, meticulously, to discover how to heal them. The bad poet harangues at the… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
The poetry from the eighteenth century was prose; the prose from the seventeenth century was poetry. — David Hare Copy Share Image
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Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem. — Helen Vendler Copy Share Image
All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
The world's history is a divine poem, of which the history of every nation is a canto, and every man a word. Its strains… — James A. Garfield Copy Share Image
