Quote by Thomas Wolfe
There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beaut

There is no spectacle on earth more appealing than that of a beautiful woman in the act of cooking dinner for someone she loves. – Thomas Wolfe

Other quotes by Thomas Wolfe

You have reached the pinnacle of success as soon as you become uninterested in money, compliments, or publicity. – Thomas Wolfe

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Money
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All things on earth point home in old October sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. – Thomas Wolfe

Category:
Home
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Is this not the true romantic feeling not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you. – Thomas Wolfe

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Romantic
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Other Quotes from
Cooking, Culinary
category

To make a good salad is to be a brilliant diplomatist — the problem is entirely the same in both cases. To know exactly how much oil one must put with ones vinegar. – Oscar Wilde

Tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers. – William Shakespeare

I dont even butter my bread; I consider that cooking. – Katherine Cebrian

Not on morality, but on cookery, let us build our stronghold: there brandishing our frying-pan, as censer, let us offer sweet incense to the Devil, and live at ease on the fat things he has provided for his elect! – Thomas Carlyle

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Television has changed the American child from an irresistable force to an immovable object. – Laurence J. Peter

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funny

It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment. – Ansel Adams

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Environment

Id like to jump out of a plane. I have a fear of heights Id like to face. – Freida Pinto

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Fear

I wonder if I ever thought of an ideal reader… I guess when I was in my 20s and in New York and maybe even in my early 30s, I would write for my wife Janice… mainly for my poet friends and my wife, who was very smart about poetry. – Kenneth Koch

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Poetry