The best Quotes by William Cullen Bryant

Pale is the February sky,
And brief the mid-day's sunny hours;
The wind-swept forest seems to sigh
For the sweet time of leaves and flowers.

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven's delicious breath,
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief,
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.

The quiet August noon has come;
A slumberous silence fills the sky;
The winds are still, the trees are dumb,
In glassy sleep the waters lie.

The stormy March has come at last,
With winds and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion.

The Parisian has his amus*ments as regularly as his meals, the theatre, music, the dance, a walk in the Tuilleries, a refection in the cafe, to which ladies resort as commonly as the other sex. Perpetual business, perpetual labor, is a thing of which he seems to have no idea.

A sculptor wields the chisel, and the stricken marble grows to beauty.

Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

But when, in the forest bare and old,
The blast of December calls,
He builds, in the starlight clear and cold,
A palace of ice where his torrent falls,
With turret, and arch, and fretwork fair,
And pillars blue as the summer air.

No wonder the city never sleeps, it's too busy trying to get laid.

There are eight million people in this city. And those teeming masses exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptional people onto their shoulders.

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

Manhattan, for millions of our forefathers, the gateway to hope, opportunity and happiness beyond their wildest dreams. Today, that hope is still alive, it's called "The First Date". On Saturday nights, every restaurant in Lower Manhattan resembles its own little Ellis Island.

I want to wake up in that city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

In a city that moves so fast, you get the Sunday paper on Saturday - how did any of us know how much time we had left?

We are New Yorkers. Proud citizens of the greatest city on earth. Thinking big isn't new to us. It is the very foundation of who we are.

You're gonna like Massachusetts. It's very patriotic - perfect for a fresh start.

I'm lucky to have been raised in the most beautiful place - Amherst, Massachusetts, state of my heart. I'm more patriotic to Massachusetts than to almost any place.

I will work my heart out to earn the trust of the people of Massachusetts.

The man in the White House is not the cause of what is broken, he is just the latest and most extreme symptom of what's gone wrong in America. A product of a rigged system that props up the rich and powerful and kicks dirt on everyone else.

I went to Massachusetts to make a difference. I didn't go there to begin a political career running time and time again. I made a difference. I put in place the things I wanted to do.

Only a liberal senator from Massachusetts would say that a 49 percent increase in funding for education was not enough.

They say money can't buy happiness, but it can buy a flight to Massachusetts - and that's pretty much the same thing.

"Oh man, what a year it was!"
"Dude, it's the middle of February."

Februar is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for a month and not doing any for the next eleven.

October is a symphony of permanence and change.

October is crisp days and cold nights, a time to curl up around the dancing flames and sink into a good book.

I realise that it is August: the summer's last stand.

August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know.

Hey March, let's go out together in the next thirty days!

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

So you're single? In Paris? Now I'm even more jealous. I mean, your life is croissants and sex.

I make the most money, I think, in Russia and Paris, for the people of those countries are so willing to be amused, so eager to see something new and out of the ordinary.

April is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for three months and not doing any for the next nine.

But it is a sort of April-weather life that we lead in this world. A little sunshine is generally the prelude to a storm.

December is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolutions for eleven months and aren't doing any this one either.

December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.

After all, you still need time to just sit there and take a look around.

"Oh yes, time flies and before you know it you're old," said Pippi. "Come autumn I'll be ten, and I suppose I'll be past my prime then."

It's real, Six. You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.

I want you to help them open... because I need you to watch me give you the very last piece of my heart.

What other people think of you is none of your business.

If you're brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello.

This is the true measure of love: When we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.

There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.

The Light failed; but the Darkness that followed was more than loss of light.

The Elves made many rings; but secretly Sauron made One Ring to rule all the others, and their power was bound up with it.

Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

I do believe something very magical can happen when you read a good book.