Beads Quote by Edna St. Vincent Millay

SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

It's the city's crush and heave that move you; its intricacy; its endless life. You know the story about Manhattan as a wilderness purchased…

— Michael Cunningham

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads,…

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Our forebears are deserving of tribute for one indisputable reason, if for no other: without them we should not be here. Let us recognize…

— Robertson Davies

If I were rich I would have many books, and I would pamper myself with bindings bright to the eye and soft to the…

— Will Durant

Loyalty to God is alone fundamental. Feelings, words, deeds, must be beads strung on the string of duty. Let the world tell you in…

— Maltbie Davenport Babcock

You know, if I cleaned out my backpack, which I don't really use anymore, I'd find a bunch of beads. I have a bunch…

— Pat Connaughton

Every time some new huckster of angst-ridden metaphor is appointed by Art Forum, the congregation genuflects, stroking the catalog like a handful of Rosary…

— Abe Ajay

We must always remember that God is Love. "A fool indeed is he who, living on the banks of the Ganga, seeks to dig…

— Swami Vivekananda

Then, when people saw you strolling around at high noon holding your rosary beads, they’d think, ‘Well, that can’t be a vampire.

— Jeaniene Frost

Deciding to chant the mantra a certain number of times daily will help foster the japa habit. We should always keep a rosary with…

— Mata Amritanandamayi

I think all writers are always collecting characters as we go along. Not just characters of course, we're collecting EVERYTHING. Bits and pieces of…

— Alexandra Sokoloff

You think you know yourself, the world. You believe you've got a bead on everybody else's bullshit, but what about your own?

— Sam Lipsyte

slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human.

— Denise Levertov

The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life…

— Sue Monk Kidd