And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.
A woman seldom comes out of a sullen spell until she's sure her husband has suffered as much as she thinks he should.
You try to hold on to some notions you might have had before, that this will somehow work out, this is a spell that will lift or be broken.
None who has known the charity of wine, Its pity, the cool logic of its spell Will waver in his loyalty, or dwell In any heaven where the grape lacks a shrine.
How you ought properly to spell 'fish' in English: 'goti'.
Just because you have a group of scientists who stood up and said here is the fact. Galileo got outvoted for a spell.
My mum always says work goes in waves: you have a good spell and then it dips.
The further we distance ourselves from the spell of the present, explored by our senses, the harder it will be to understand and protect nature's precarious balance, let alone the balance of our own human nature.
And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.
All of my friends went to college and I got a job at Circle Pizza, where I worked for 24 hours. I had to call my mother four times to ask her how to spell Parmesan. I'm not kidding. I was a terrible speller. I think I was really nervous that I somehow didn't feel right out in the world in that way.
I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.
No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
I don't think President Bush is doing anything at all about Aids. In fact, I'm not sure he even knows how to spell Aids.
Often writers cast their words out prophetically, as a sorceress might cast a spell, and many times when the words return to you, enclosed between covers, your phantom is so fully fleshed out in its own persona, you don't recognize your own creation.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.
Love is evil, spell it backwards, I’ll show ya.
I like manual labor. Whenever I've got waterlogged with study, I've taken a spell of it and found it spiritually invigorating.
That's so when I forget how to spell my name, I can still find my (expletive) clothes.
I think of myself primarily as a reader, then also a writer, but that's more or less irrelevant. I think I'm a good reader, I'm a good reader in many languages, especially in English, since poetry came to me through the English language, initially through my father's love of Swinburn, of Tennyson, and also of Keats, Shelley and so on - not through my native tongue, not through Spanish. It came to me as a kind of spell. I didn't understand it, but I felt it.
When you can spell subpoena without thinking about it, that's when you know you've made it.
