16 Total Quotes

Robert Duncan Quotes

This body has denied the plain teaching of Scripture and the moral consensus of the church throughout the ages. This body has divided itself from millions of Anglican Christians throughout the world.
Robert Duncan
#Body

I have no understanding of motivations or politics.
Robert Duncan
#Politics

It's nice because it's much more calm and quiet than our other school.
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#School

There is no dispute that judges need a pay raise.
Robert Duncan
#Australian Actress

Without adequate money going into education, you can't reform it,
Robert Duncan
#Education

If the government is going to mandate levels and punish schools for failing, they should send that money to the school system.
Robert Duncan
#Government #Australian Actress

The formation of glass from the melting is like starting a clock. It resets the time for us to determine billions of years later.
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#Australian Actress

That's one plus side of hurricanes. Now, there is far less human disturbance. They now have a wide, open space to nest.
Robert Duncan
#Space

Unfortunately, we haven't found many very old rocks on Earth because our planet's surface is constantly renewed by plate tectonics , coupled with erosion.
Robert Duncan
#Earth

But I'm not sure the charm of that orange-crate-label art style isn't diminished when it's turned into anime. Something a little creepy about this machine-made 21st century version. I keep waiting for her to peel back that improbably toothy grin to reveal the malevolent robot beneath.
Robert Duncan
#Art

The biggest regret that we have is the teacher pay raises will be put on hold but I anticipate that when we get back together a rather substantial pay raise will be coming.
Robert Duncan
#Regret

The devout have laid out gardens in the desert.
Robert Duncan
#Australian Actress

Unfortunately, we haven't found many very old rocks on Earth because our planet's surface is constantly renewed by plate tectonics, coupled with erosion.
Robert Duncan
#Australian Actress

My mother would be a falconress, And I, her gay falcon treading her wrist, would fly to bring back from the blue of the sky to her, bleeding, a prize, where I dream in my little hood with many bells jangling when I'd turn my head. My mother would be a falconress, and she sends me as far as her will goes. She lets me ride to the end of her curb where I fall back in anguish. I dread that she will cast me away, for I fall, I mis-take, I fail in her mission. She would bring down the little birds. And I would bring down the little birds. When will she let me bring down the little birds, pierced from their flight with their necks broken, their heads like flowers limp from the stem? I tread my mother's wrist and would draw blood. Behind the little hood my eyes are hooded. I have gone back into my hooded silence, talking to myself and dropping off to sleep. For she has muffled my dreams in the hood she has made me, sewn round with bells, jangling when I move. She rides with her little falcon upon her wrist. She uses a barb that brings me to cower. She sends me abroad to try my wings and I come back to her. I would bring down the little birds to her I may not tear into, I must bring back perfectly. I tear at her wrist with my beak to draw blood, and her eye holds me, anguisht, terrifying. She draws a limit to my flight. Never beyond my sight, she says. She trains me to fetch and to limit myself in fetching. She rewards me with meat for my dinner. But I must never eat what she sends me to bring her. Yet it would have been beautiful, if she would have carried me, always, in a little hood with the bells ringing, at her wrist, and her riding to the great falcon hunt, and me flying up to the curb of my heart from her heart to bring down the skylark from the blue to her feet, straining, and then released for the flight. My mother would be a falconress, and I her gerfalcon raised at her will, from her wrist sent flying, as if I were her own pride, as if her pride knew no limits, as if her mind sought in me flight beyond the horizon. Ah, but high, high in the air I flew. And far, far beyond the curb of her will, were the blue hills where the falcons nest. And then I saw west to the dying sun-- it seemd my human soul went down in flames. I tore at her wrist, at the hold she had for me, until the blood ran hot and I heard her cry out, far, far beyond the curb of her will to horizons of stars beyond the ringing hills of the world where the falcons nest I saw, and I tore at her wrist with my savage beak. I flew, as if sight flew from the anguish in her eye beyond her sight, sent from my striking loose, from the cruel strike at her wrist, striking out from the blood to be free of her. My mother would be a falconress, and even now, years after this, when the wounds I left her had surely heald, and the woman is dead, her fierce eyes closed, and if her heart were broken, it is stilld I would be a falcon and go free. I tread her wrist and wear the hood, talking to myself, and would draw blood.
Robert Duncan
#Mothers

as if it were a scene made-up by the mind, that is not mine, but is a made place, that is mine, it is
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#Short