Quotes for All
The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven’s croak, is one of the grandest tunes to walk by. Or on a night in May, one can walk through the too rare Italian forests for an hour on end and never be out … Read more
So proper for a circus girl, Mme. Padva says with with a gleam in her eye. We shall have to loosen those corset laces if we intend to keep you an intimate dinner company. I expected the corset unlacing would take place after dinner, Celia says mildly, earning a chorus of laughter. We shall keep … Read more
Bid a singer in a chorus, Know Thyself; and will he not turn for the knowledge to the others, his fellows in the chorus, and to his harmony with them? Epictetus
It took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love again—which I have—it’s funny the other things that come back in with that open-ness. You have this ghost chorus of the lovers who came before, but they’re benign now, they’re good spirits. Emma Forrest
The flaw in the pluralist heaven is that the heavenly chorus sings with a strong upper-class accent. Elmer Eric Schattschneider
I’m happy to be part of this chorus of people who are trying to tell more complex stories about Haiti. Edwidge Danticat
Every single empire in its official discourse has said that it is not like all the others, that its circumstances are special, that it has a mission to enlighten, civilize, bring order and democracy, and that it uses force only as a last resort. And, sadder still, there always is a chorus of willing intellectuals … Read more
Simplicity is always a virtue. One kid on a riverbank working out a Stephen Foster tune on his new harmonica heard from the correct esthetic distance projects more magic and power than the entire Vienna Philharmonic and Chorus laboring (once again) through the Mozart Requiem or Bach’s B Minor Mass. Edward Abbey
I tell you truly, when we are born, we enter the world with the sound of God in our ears, even the singing of the vast chorus of the sky, and the holy chant of the stars in their fixed rounds; it is the Holy Stream of Sound. Edmond Bordeaux Szekely
Americans want beauties, not me. I’m not the Parisian bombshell they expected. Can you see me as a chorus girl? Where’s my feather up the ass? They think I’m sad, they’re dumb. I don’t connect to them Edith Piaf