Mud Quote by Stephen Crane Download Open image ““The girl, Maggie, blossomed in a mud puddle.”” — Stephen Crane ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.6 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Mud
“Hurricane Maggie. Blowing back into his life. The storm that swept him up and capsized him every single time he thought of her.” — Janet W. Ferguson Copy Share Image
“For a guy who struggled with finding his place in the world, standing next to Maggie, I understood one thing on a very fundamental… — A. Meredith Walters Copy Share Image
“herself from the rains. But through the raw and broken trees she could see the valley, faint beneath a gelatinous fog. She’s all but… — Jason Gurley Copy Share Image
“There were times I left my sessions feeling like I was a step closer to being the person I wanted to be. The guy… — A. Meredith Walters Copy Share Image
“Joshua, my memory of Maggie isn't about what happened the night before we left. I didn't go to see her thinking that we would… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
“It started to rain. Fat, heavy drops of summer rain - the kind that always struck her as vaguely lewd and debauched. Little potbellied… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“Instead, she's as still as a leaf-littered pond, dark water evaporating, waiting desperately for rain.” — Emma Cameron Copy Share Image
“Maggie lifted her head. Chase lowered his. Like the inevitable meeting of sea with shore, their mouths came together.” — Caroline Cross Copy Share Image
“She thinks my name is Freddie, you know, but of course it ain't. I always tell these people some name like that, because if… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks— an existence of soft and eternal peace.” — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“XXIV I saw a man pursuing the horizon; Round and round they sped. I was disturbed at this; I accosted the man. "It is… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment. — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
And it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning, And said, "Comrade!… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
A serious prophet upon predicting a flood should be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that he was indeed a… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
XXVIII "Truth," said a traveller, "Is a rock, a mighty fortress; "Often have I been to it, "Even to its highest tower, "From whence… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
“The lieutenant, returning from a tour after a bandage, produced from a hidden receptacle of his mind new and portentous oaths suited to the… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
One may not doubt that, somehow Good Shall come of Water and of Mud; And sure, the reverent eye must see A purpose in… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud. — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
From my image of digging around in the mud like a grunt, I preferred fighting the war from ships. — Haskell Wexler Copy Share Image
Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
I have seen war. I have seen war on land and sea. I have seen blood running from the wounded. I have seen men… — Franklin D. Roosevelt Copy Share Image
Plato, the first true pope of philosophy (sorry, Socrates), argued for a World of Forms above the reality-a transcendent plane of perfect essences, pure… — N.D. Wilson Copy Share Image
The worst parts of playing a festival are walking. Not a fan of walking. The mud, I can handle. But the walking? No, ta. — Gerry Cinnamon Copy Share Image
And also, one is a mother in order to understand the inexplicable. One is a mother to lighten the darkness. One is a mother… — Mariama Bâ Copy Share Image
If he had a million men he would swear the enemy has two millions, and then he would sit down in the mud and… — Edwin M. Stanton Copy Share Image
It is a great shame; most of our words are misused tools / which often still smell of the mud in which previous owners… — Georg C. Lichtenberg Copy Share Image
We are creating a political demolition derby, not a presidential debate. Those strange impulses in the American soul that have produced mud wrestling and… — Hugh Sidey Copy Share Image
