Split Rock Lighthouse State Park/natural History

Famous quotes containing the words split, rock, lighthouse, state, park, natural and/or history:

    Hunger makes you restless. You dream about food—not just any food, but perfect food, the best food, magical meals, famous and awe-inspiring, the one piece of meat, the exact taste of buttery corn, tomatoes so ripe they split and sweeten the air, beans so crisp they snap between the teeth, gravy like mother’s milk singing to your bloodstream.
    Dorothy Allison (b. 1953)

    The forest waves, the morning breaks,
    The pastures sleep, ripple the lakes,
    Leaves twinkle, flowers like persons be
    And life pulsates in rock or tree.
    Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)

    It is the cry of a thousand sentinels, the echo from a thousand labyrinths; it is the lighthouse which cannot be hidden.
    —E.M. (Edward Morgan)

    Wooing, wedding, and repenting, is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinquepace; the first suit is hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig, and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly-modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and, with his bad legs, falls into the cinquepace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.
    William Shakespeare (1564–1616)

    Borrow a child and get on welfare.
    Borrow a child and stay in the house all day with the child,
    or go to the public park with the child, and take the child
    to the welfare office and cry and say your man left you and
    be humble and wear your dress and your smile, and don’t talk
    back ...
    Susan Griffin (b. 1943)

    It would seem that man was born a slave, and that slavery is his natural condition. At the same time nothing on earth can stop man from feeling himself born for liberty. Never, whatever may happen, can he accept servitude; for he is a thinking creature.
    Simone Weil (1909–1943)

    In the history of the human mind, these glowing and ruddy fables precede the noonday thoughts of men, as Aurora the sun’s rays. The matutine intellect of the poet, keeping in advance of the glare of philosophy, always dwells in this auroral atmosphere.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)