Babbling – Quotes

I have no time

I have no time for babbling foolishness.” “Don’t be so hasty,” said Victor. “There’s always time for babbling. Eoin Colfer

There’s always time for

There’s always time for babbling. Eoin Colfer

I will tell you where there is power: where the dew lies upon the hills, and the rain has moistened the roots of the various plant; where the sunshine pours steadily; where the brook runs babbling along, there is a beneficent power. Edwin Hubbel Chapin

If angels stoop from

If angels stoop from visions of more than earthly beauty to spells of less than earthly worth, they are but fallen angels, mingling divine utterances with the babblings of madness, and the madness is not the divineness. Edwin Hubbel Chapin

Some day there may

Some day there may be… machinery that needs but to be wound up and sent roaming o’er hill and dale, through fields and meadows, by babbling brooks and shady woods – in short, a machine that will discriminately select its subject and, by means of a skillful arrangement of springs and screws, compose its motif, … Read more

Spring TO what purpose,

Spring TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I observe The spikes of the crocus. The smell of the earth is good. It … Read more

Life in itself /

Life in itself / Is nothing, / An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. / It is not enough that yearly, down this hill, / April / Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. Edna St. Vincent Millay

April comes like an

April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers. Edna St. Vincent Millay

Then the room relaxed

Then the room relaxed in cheers and babbling, and she turned in his arms to kiss him hard and cling to him, and he thought perhaps it didn’t matter that they faced in opposite directions – so long as they faced each other.’ Roger Wakefield {Drums Of Autumn} Diana Gabaldon

Yeah. When you want

Yeah. When you want what’s real and you try to find that in high school, you might as well be looking for a mossy rock beside a babbling brook on the corner of Sixth and Pine in downtown Seattle. Deb Caletti