Quotations About / On: TOGETHER
We may eat dinner together, but everyone puts the food in his own mouth.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Tenth Selection, New York (1992).)
It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one's hand.
(Charles Dickens (1812-1870), British novelist. Quoted in Fred Kaplan, Dickens: A Biography, ch. 11 (1988).
Referring to reading in public.)
Marks on paper are freefree speechpresspictures all go together I suppose.
(Georgia O'Keeffe (1887-1986), U.S. artist. letter, Jan. 14, 1916, to Anita Pollitzer. Quoted in Laurie Lisle, Portrait of an Artist, ch. 3 (1986).)
I have always believed that opera is a planet where the muses work together, join hands and celebrate all the arts.
(Franco Zeffirelli (b. 1922), Italian stage and film director. International Herald Tribune (Paris, March 21, 1990).)
Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.
(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944), French aviator, author. Wind, Sand, and Stars, ch. 8 (1939).)
They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
(William Congreve (1670-1729), British dramatist. Fainall, in The Way of the World, act 1, sc. 1 (1700).)
One of the most striking signs of the decay of art is when we see its separate forms jumbled together.
(Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749-1832), German poet, dramatist. Propyläen, introduction (1798).
A periodical founded by Goethe which took its title from the gateway to the Acropolis of Athens.)
The right eloquence needs no bell to call the people together, and no constable to keep them.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. essayist, poet, philosopher. "Eloquence," Society and Solitude (1870).)
Once kick the world, and the world and you will live together at a reasonably good understanding.
(Jonathan Swift (1667-1745), Anglo-Irish satirist. Letter of Advice to a Young Poet (Dec. 1, 1720).)
I see that I must get a few dollars together presently to manure my roots.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Letter, March 8, 1848, to Elliot Cabot, in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 6, p. 156, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)