Lloyd Jones Quotations

Let there be a fresh breeze of new honesty, new idealism, new integrity. You have typewriters, presses and a huge audience. How about raising hell?

He got careless, got caught with a left hook and went down in the second round but shook that off and dominated the fight from there.

He used to get in some trouble at school. But since he started boxing four months ago, he's totally turned his life around.

A whole series of tests will occur. The Fish and Wildlife Service is coordinating with the Department of Agriculture, with surveillance activities through the fall to collect samples from birds taken during banding to hunter- harvested birds. It will be a very comprehensive testing program.

It's been going downhill instead of uphill, ... We think it's the location. If we knew the answer, I'd probably not be closing it. We tried everything we could.

If you have tried to do something and failed, you are vastly better off than if you had tried to do nothing and succeeded.

He said, 'Coach, I've trained too hard to lose.' To have that type of attitude is amazing.

The man who tries to do something and fails is infinitely better than he who tries to do nothing and succeeds.

The men who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try to do nothing and succeed.

We have all lost our possessions and many of us our homes," he said. "But these losses, severe though they may seem, remind us of what no person can take, and that is our minds and our imaginations.

I do not know what you are supposed to do with memories likes these. It feels wrong to want to forget. Perhaps this is why we write these things down, so we can move on.

Dreams are nervy things—all it takes is for one stern word to be spoken in their direction and they shrivel up and die.

I had found a new friend. The surprising thing is where I’d found him – not up a tree or sulking in the shade, or splashing around in one of the hill streams, but in a book. No one had told us kids to look there for a friend. Or that you could slip inside the skin of another. Or travel to another place with marshes, and where, to our ears, the bad people spoke like pirates.

I was eleven when my father left, so neither of us really knew our fathers. I’d met mine of course, but then I only knew my dad as a child knows a parent, as a sort of crude outline filled in with one or two colors. I’d never seen my father scared or cry. I’d never heard him admit to any wrongdoing. I have no idea what he dreamed of. And once I’d seen a smile pinned to one cheek and darkness to the other when my mum had yelled at him. Now he was gone, and I was left with just an impression—one of male warmth, big arms, and loud laughter.

You cannot pretend to read a book. Your eyes will give you away. So will your breathing. A person entranced by a book simply forgets to breathe. The house can catch alight and a reader deep in a book will not look up until the wallpaper is in flames.

Men who try to do something and fail are infinitely better than those who try to do nothing and succeed.