Halsey Quotes

I'm half of everything I hate, and half of everything I create.

TF-16 returned to Pearl Harbor on May 26 in good order, with one huge exception: Admiral Halsey, the sixty-year-old commander, arrived back completely exhausted and ill. After six months of intense underway operations, culminating in the fruitless 7000-mile mission across the Pacific to the Coral Sea and back, Halsey had lost twenty pounds and had contracted a serious case of dermatitis. Nimitz took one look at him and sent him straight to the Pearl Harbor hospital. The Navy’s most experienced and highly regarded carrier force commander would sit out the Battle of Midway. The ultimate sea warrior, Halsey would watch from his hospital window as the two task forces departed Pearl Harbor for Midway.

You were red, and you liked me because I was blue, but you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky, and you decided purple just wasn't for you.

I hope you’ll stay. I hope you’ll stay. But I would leave me too, if I could.

I'm a wanderess I'm a one night stand Don't belong to no city Don't belong to no man (Note: These lyrics were inspired by Roman Payne's quote from his novel "The Wanderess".)

My mouth tastes like all the things I should have said.

I see all things in this world as more beautiful than I, and I spin the details of their atoms in every paragraph and brushstroke.

And it was on my first day on Earth that I realized I didn’t measure up, and I never would.

How strange to write about "having" when for so long I've drawn inspiration only from longing?

Be a voice for all those who have prisoner tongues.

Daughters get either their courage or their fear from their mothers.

He's probably crying while listening to Halsey on repeat like a little bitch." ~Knight Cole~

I fucking hate it, the idea that something like that would be trivialized down to a fucking hashtag. I mean, there's a ton of biphobia — people refuse to accept bisexuality as an actual sexuality. And I'm biracial, but also white-passing, which is a unique perspective. So these kids say, like, "Oh, fucking tri-bi Halsey! She'll never miss an opportunity to talk about it!" I want to sit them down like a mom and go, "Six months ago you were begging for an artist that would talk about this shit! But then I do, and you say, 'Oh, not her. Someone else.

I can't remember what it's like to face a mirror And not hate the person staring back at me

You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece.

There are no extraordinary men...just extraordinary circumstances that ordinary men are forced to deal with.

I don't say it often, but I'm proud of the woman that I turned out to be

Stuck in the middle of "I love you" and "I can't take this anymore.

A beautiful woman is a car crash. Shiny asphalt and smoking rubber. Melted plastic and metal edges. Glimmering glass shrapnel iridescence scattered across the road. Haphazard beauty. Dignified and slightly terrifying.

You think she's got a personality disorder?" "No, she's just a nasty bitch. An unpleasant personality isn't a medical condition. Just a symptom of not being slapped around the head enough.

I’ve always been suspicious of the assumption that great intelligence would be an unqualified benefit— that the madness that so often accompanies it can be cavalierly dismissed. So I asked the question: Suppose there were an entire subpopulation of extreme geniuses, well beyond anything that would occur naturally. What would that really look like?

The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality. Reality is above all else a variable. With a firm enough commitment, you can sometimes create a reality which did not exist before.

In some circumstances, the refusal to be defeated is a refusal to be educated.

But mostly poetic I'm whatever I've seen on a movie screen

I keep a pistol when I sleep -inside my mouth so I don't fight my tongue -for saying all these things, like how I saw you in my dreams.

I love the coffee for staining your teeth, and warming your palms in the morning. I would protect you till the end of time. I would lie down, in the middle of tornado, and cover you.

I won't let anyone down, If I crawl tonight But I still let everyone down, When I change in size And I went tumbling down, Trying to reach your height But I scream too loud, If I speak my mind.

Whenever I dwell for any length of time on my own shortcomings, they gradually begin to see mild, harmless, rather engaging little things, not at all like the staring defects in other people's characters.

She tilted her head to the right. "You didn't even tell me you had taken the case." "I had done what? Oh, I see what you mean. Well, I hadn't and haven't. My getting shot ought to prove I was an innocent bystander." "Does it hurt much?" "It itches. I forgot to have the dressing changed this afternoon." "Wasn't Nora utterly terrified?" "So was I and so was the guy that shot me. There's Halsey. I haven't spoken to him yet.

I wonder what I'll ever have control of. Rejection breeds obsession, so they say. I left my heart and all my hope, my vindicated tales of woe in Sweden on a freezing winter day.

There are no great men. There are only great challenges which ordinary men are forced by circumstances to meet.

chancletas,

Forever cursed in love are the observant. Forever a slave to the detail.

I spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic, and I cursed the ground for growing green.

can’t carry all this weight, so I must put it somewhere and somewhere is with you. You will take good care of it?

I want to walk away from my bones and set them down on a counter like my keys after work. Let my skin sink into the armchair and lose its shape. Lose its form. Collapse into a sigh.

With a combination of nimble counsel, exasperating ego, studied patience, and street-fighter tactics, William D. Leahy, Ernest J. King, Chester W. Nimitz, and William F. Halsey, Jr., built the modern United States Navy and won World War II on the seas. Each

They cry, “But I WANT to be a writer!” And my head hangs. You are asking to be shot square in the head. You know not what you seek. You ask for bleeding brains and carnage that stains your pillowcase. You ask for jelly in the place of the cartilage in your spine. You ask for kindness that is never returned. You wish to burn alive in the flame of a love unrequited. It’s simple. Write.

CAPT. J. W. SIMMONS, master of the steamship Pensacola, had just as little regard for weather as the Louisiana’s Captain Halsey. He was a veteran of eight hundred trips across the Gulf and commanded a staunch and sturdy ship, a 1,069-ton steel-hulled screw-driven steam freighter built twelve years earlier in West Hartlepool, England, and now owned by the Louisville and Nashville Railroad Company. Friday morning the ship was docked at the north end of 34th Street, in the company of scores of other ships, including the big Mallory liner Alamo, at 2,237 tons, and the usual large complement of British ships, which on Friday included the Comino, Hilarius, Kendal Castle, Mexican, Norna, Red Cross, Taunton, and the stately Roma in from Boston with its Captain Storms. As the Pensacola’s twenty-one-man crew readied the ship for its voyage to the city of Pensacola on Florida’s Gulf Coast, two men came aboard as Captain Simmons’s personal guests: a harbor pilot named R. T. Carroll and Galveston’s Pilot Commissioner J. M. O. Menard, from one of the city’s oldest families. At

Leadership,” said Nimitz, “consists of picking good men and helping them do their best for you. The attributes of loyalty, discipline and devotion to duty on the part of subordinates must be matched by patience, tolerance and understanding on the part of superiors.”24

The people who say you are not facing reality actually mean that you are not facing their idea of reality

Chester and Catherine had begun a lifelong ritual of writing each other daily letters whenever they were apart.

You've been singing on your own all along Writing records in your room since 15 Drama queen Well you're older now it seems

See, I've started taking down All of my favorite little sounds. That waltz around you in 3 quarter notes With each word you pronounce

There are no great men, there are only great challenges that ordinary men are forced by circumstances to meet.

I heard her father hired Demi Lovato to perform. I mean, it ain’t Halsey, but it’s still pretty good.

True, Jedediah Halsey’s Sans Souci hadn’t been so much foolish as “visionary,” which, as everyone knew, was what you called a foolish idea that worked anyway.

No fighter ever won his fight by covering up—by merely fending off the other fellow’s blows. The winner hits and keeps on hitting even though he has to take some stiff blows in order to be able to keep on hitting. —ADMIRAL ERNEST J. KING, Commander in Chief, U.S. Fleet, 1942

Penelope had met white women like her at RISD—women who were certain they were the center of everyone’s world. If someone wanted to steal a handbag, it would be her handbag. If someone wanted to pick a lock, it would be her lock. She was no better than the Manhattan friends Marcus complained about.

Jesus Christ and General Jackson, this is the hottest potato they’ve ever handed me!” - Admiral “Bull” Halsey upon receiving instructions to take the Pacific Fleet and defend Guadalcanal at all costs.

The monsters don’t run the gulags and the death camps and the reeducation centers. Regular people do. If they all had the balls to say no, the likes of Halsey, Zhou, or Stalin could never do it all on their own. Could they?

[Admiral] Halsey was jubilant. Of the Princess-Saratoga strike, he wrote: 'I sincerely expected both air groups to be cut to pieces, and both carriers stricken if not lost. (I tried hard not to remember that my son Bill was aboard one of them.)

They smoked and drank as if they were already defeated, hardened, and long out of art school.

I want to walk away from my bones and set them down on a counter like my keys after work.

But I will never believe That I belong to the side with the guillotine. (You should eat the rich Even if that includes me.)

cause I won't love a man Unless he is angry Because of my father

When all your lovers start to die. You wake alone and wonder why they left you here to document the wreckage. They tell me that it's art I make, in all this chaos I create.

✵ When I first met you there was a garden growing from a black hole in my mind. ✵

Use your common sense." "Now that's the best damn order I ever had.

General Douglas MacArthur was the most brilliant, most important, and most valuable military leader in American history—at least that’s what Douglas MacArthur thought. When

Other men would get to command the spear point; Nimitz would calmly and diligently manage the arm that held the spear.

In all, Yamamoto deployed 162 ships of the Imperial Japanese Navy, practically its entire fighting force, in support of the Midway operation. (No

Thank you for warming the industrial gray of my concrete foundation and turning my bones from cement blocks to rich mahogany wood.

I love you more than I love anybody

A beautiful woman is a car crash

I told the officer, “If you ever make another report like that, sir, I’ll throw you over the side!

Japanese had reported sinking her so many times that she had acquired an additional sobriquet, “the Galloping Ghost of the Oahu Coast.

It was rich, rewarding, beautiful slaughter.

This is Blackjack himself,” I said. “Your work so far has been superb. I expect even more. Keep the bastards dying!

Footsteps thudded in the hall, and I stretched in the large bed, nudging the woman sleeping on my chest to wake up. “Your husband’s back. Pretty sure he won’t be so happy to see a stud like me in his bed.” Mom looked up, blinking the sleep from her eyes. She swatted my chest, then coughed. “Hide. I wouldn’t mess with him.” “I wouldn’t mess with me.” I flexed my biceps behind her, and her coughs became loud barks that made me want to kill someone. Dad threw the door open, already untying his tie. He reached the bed, planted a kiss on Mom’s nose, and flicked the back of my head. “You’re too old to cuddle with your mama.” “Don’t say that!” Rosie shrieked. “Seems like she’s not really in agreement with you.” I yawned. Dad went into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I squeezed Mom into my chest and kissed the crown of her head. “He’s probably crying while listening to Halsey on repeat like a little bitch.” I yawned again. “Language, boy.” “C’mon, we’re not one of those fake families.” “What kind of family are we?” she asked. “A real, kick-ass one.

On one foggy, misty night, King ordered the air groups from the Lexington and Saratoga to launch simultaneously well after sunset. The chaos was predictable but, in King’s mind, instructional.

To drop seeds into my belly. To spit a virus in my throat that grew into a giant “you” plant. The branches crawling up the walls of my insides and begging to claw my mouth open and make me say things I don’t mean. The dying leaves flaking off and swaying to the pit of my stomach in an imaginary breeze landing with a deafening thump. Echoes that bounce up between my teeth. And remind my tongue there is no more watermelon. Just empty space.

The Legend of Robert Halsey This article examines the criminal conviction of Robert Halsey for sexually abusing two young boys on his school-van route near Pittsfield, Massachusetts. Mr. Halsey's name has been invoked by academics, journalists, and activists as the victim of the “witch hunt” in this country over child sexual abuse. Based on a comprehensive examination of the trial transcript, this article details the overwhelming evidence of guilt against Mr. Halsey. The credulous acceptance of the “false conviction” legend about Robert Halsey provides a case study in the techniques and tactics used to minimize and deny sexual abuse, while promoting a narrative about “ritual abuse” and “witch hunts” that apparently requires little or no factual basis. The second part of this article analyzes how the erroneous “false conviction” narrative about Robert Halsey was constructed and how it gained widespread acceptance. The Legend of Robert Halsey provides a cautionary tale about how easy it is to wrap even the guiltiest person in a cloak of righteous “witch hunt” claims. Cases identified as “false convictions” by defense lawyers and political activists deserve far greater scrutiny from the media and the public. journal: Cheit, Ross E. "The Legend of Robert Halsey." Journal of child sexual abuse 9.3-4 (2002): 37-52.

As Halsey looked over his shoulder from his campaigns across the Pacific, “the old battlefields were already disappearing into the jungle or under neat, new buildings. Where 500 men had lost their lives in a night attack a few months before, eighteen men were now playing baseball. Where a Jap pillbox had crouched, a movie projector stood. Where a hand grenade had wiped out a foxhole, a storekeeper was serving cokes. Only the cemeteries were left.”20

The ultimate test of any military commander, however, is that he rises or falls with whatever glories or misfortunes befall his command. Sometimes he is responsible, sometimes he is not, but as the commander he is always accountable nonetheless. Had

Midway wasn’t much of a place. Two tiny islands, crisscrossed by airstrips, totaled barely fifteen hundred acres on the edge of a lagoon circled by a jagged reef. But in May 1942, Midway may have been the most heavily defended acreage in the Pacific. Certainly,

SUMMER FRUIT I spent springs and summers as a child eating the fruit from a watermelon. Grainy sugar bites and juice slick up my cheeks like a Chelsea smile. My mother used to warn me if I swallowed a seed it would get stuck in my belly and grow a watermelon plant. My stomach would expand till I’d combust. I always spit them out in horror. I spent a spring and summer eating the fruit from the flesh of your lips. The bounty of two round mounds, hard like pink sugar. Your grip on my cheeks with a firm hand holding my mouth open.

As always, King was the ultimate authority, the one and only arbiter. One night when the communications watch officer groped his way across the darkened flag bridge, he bumped into an unrecognized figure. “Sir, are you on duty?” he queried. “Young man,” came the response, “this is the Admiral. I am always on duty.

Then Nimitz, being Nimitz, posted the usual watches and did the only thing that made sense to him. “On that black night somewhere in the Philippines,” he later recalled, “the advice of my grandfather returned to me: ‘Don’t worry about things over which you have no control.’ So I set up a cot on deck and went to sleep.

Nothing could ever replace the treasure of America’s men and women killed or forever maimed by Japan’s attack, but Nimitz looked around Pearl Harbor and decided that it could have been much worse. On the list of physical casualties, there were three glaring omissions that would prove to be major strategic blunders on the part of the Japanese.

Roosevelt’s election was particularly pleasing to Leahy because he believed “from personal knowledge of the man that he will use his office more directly for the benefit of the United States…. The Country and the Navy undoubtedly face a bad period, but I believe their policies will now be directed by a man whose point of view is wholly American.

Leahy wholeheartedly supported the airlift and Truman’s election, but he remained skeptical of the politics of the Middle East. “The President’s announcement [recognizing Israel],” Leahy wrote, “made with inadequate consideration leaves many questions unanswered” and could, he concluded, “drag the United States into a war between the two religious groups.”10

But perhaps the greatest asset was the surviving oil tanks. Had 4.5 million barrels of fuel oil been blown up, what was left of the Pacific Fleet would have been forced to limp back to the West Coast and have its operations in the Pacific severely curtailed. That action, not Japan’s sinking of a few aging battleships, would have given Japan the free rein it sought in the South Pacific.

Every morning the muse puts her finger in my nose. One, then two. Sliding into me pornographically. She stretches my nostrils wide until her slimy hand crawls past my deviated septum, in between my eyes, and into my brain. Exploding into a fist when she reaches the cavity behind my temples. The muse is bratty. She is smug. She wiggles her fingers around defiantly. She displays her palm expectantly, waiting for a present I will drop into it. She brushes and tickles the walls of my skull. The muse is a flirt. She’ll always tease but never put out. Fucking bitch. I so badly want to be liked. Scratch that. I want to be loved. I want her to love me. Scratch that. I want her to leave. I want her to scratch that. Scratch that itchy itch of my swollen brain. It’s only awful ’cause the muse looks just like me. Dirty fingernails and gummy smile. But she sparkles the way only a beautiful woman can.

life with him would have made her feeble, plastic; here she had her bones.

These people are cold, Penelope. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. They think a neighborhood is only about what you can buy—fancy coffee, flowers on the table, a big old house. It’s all just stuff to them, stuff they want, stuff they think they deserve because they can afford it. A neighborhood means more than that. It’s about the people.

visit. Chapter 19 Conferring with Admiral Halsey’s Staff as to the Third Fleet’s requirements for the scheduled July strikes and bombardments of the Empire, I found that news of our mine-detecting ability had given them ideas. They wanted submarines

Remember that the work is the actual practice of the writing, the creating, and that there’s no rush. The work has value in and of itself apart from any kind of end result."@zafatista on ‘Halsey Street,’ gentrification, and writing

Ralph swept back the yellow curtain to look out on the street. The leaves were turning red, the whole block ablaze. Across the street stood a barbershop that shared a storefront with a black bookstore. Next door, the hair salon spewed steam onto the street, the fried chicken spot, a jewelry shop with crucifixes and chains glittering on display, and the beauty supply store that blasted soca and flashed neon lights onto the sidewalk. This particular corner didn't have a view of any of the coffee shops that had opened farther east. Those had plush furniture and abstract art on the walls, stainless-steel espresso pumps. They were always crowded with young people in jeans and plaid, typing away on their laptops. There were the bars, too, with a dozen local beers on tap, and short menus that consisted mostly of nuts, pickles, cheese. Penelope could see the changes, of course, but she still recognized the neighborhood - it wasn't like Fort Greene or Williamsburg, which were no longer themselves. Strangers still said hello to her as they lounged on their stoops at sundown. She still had to ignore the whistles from the young men who stood in front of the bodega for so long each day it was clear they were dealing. Church bells rang on the hour and floors thumped with praise for Jesus in the Baptist churches, the one-room Pentecostal churches, the regal AME tabernacles, worship never ceasing in Bed-Stuy. The horizon on Bedford Avenue was just as long, the sirens of the police cars ars persistent, the wheeze of the B26 loud enough to wake her up at night.

Between 1941 and 1945, maps of Pacific typhoon lanes may as well have been marked “Here Be Dragons.

We all make choices to chase our own happiness.

It wasn’t long before more than one teacher had told Penelope that she was trying to draw with paint.

She had kept the paintings because they were proof that she had once thought art would be her whole life, and not one habit of many.

Having all those lives in her hands … for the first time, Halsey understood the phrase weight of command.

Why steep in someone else’s disappointment? Why linger where you aren’t wanted?

EVERYTHING Before I knew we were poor, Everything was magic. An empty fridge meant freezer-burnt Popsicles for dinner. Purple-blue mouths and toothless smiles calmed the torment in my mother’s crux. Everything was an adventure. A shared bedroom with my little brother meant an eternal playmate. A warm tent, closed off by a blanket hung from a bunk bed and a hair dryer snuck under the sheets to keep warm. Arctic explorers waiting for a rescue unit. Everything was a mystery. Voices resounding from the living room vehemently snaking through the short halls of the apartment. And then one day, I had Everything And Everything was over too soon.

I won’t take anyone down If I crawl tonight But I still let everyone down When I change in size And I went tumbling down Trying to reach your height But I scream too loud If I speak my mind.

It was no more than a single grain of sand from a mountain of sins Halsey yeah to atone for, and it didn't change a thing for Kurt, but she had to start somewhere.

Nimitz remarked that when he sent Spruance out with the fleet, “he was always sure286 he would bring it home; when he sent Halsey out, he did not know precisely what was going to happen.” Halsey’s boldness was in doubt seldom, his judgement and intellect often.

They think a neighborhood is only about what you can buy—fancy coffee, flowers on the table, a big old house. It’s all just stuff to them, stuff they want, stuff they think they deserve because they can afford it. A neighborhood means more than that. It’s about the people.