Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht (Bertolt Brecht) Quotes
Oh the harsh snarl of guitar strings roaring!Heavenly distensions of our throats!Trousers stiff with dirt and love! Such whoring!Long green slimy nights: we were like stoats.
Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht
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It wasn't not being famous any more, or even not being a recording artist. It was having nobody who needed me, no phones ringing, nothing to do. Because I'm still too young to do nothing. I was only 24 when all that happened. Now, at 40, I feel I've got more to give than I ever have.
Gary Barlow
Take That
If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.
Camille Claudel
You change the world by being yourself.
Yoko Ono
As anyone knows who has ever had to set up a military encampment or build a village from the ground up, occupations pose staggering logistical problems.
Barbara Ehrenreich
According to the new ethics, virtue is not restrictive but expansive, a sentiment and even an intoxication.
Irving Babbitt
Cultures are never merely intellectual constructs. They take form through the collective intelligence and memory, through a commonly held psychology and emotions, through spiritual and artistic communion.
Tariq Ramadan
There is really nothing left to a genuine idle man, who possesses any considerable degree of vital power, but sin.
J. G. Holland
With every day that passes, David Blunkett becomes more insensitive in his language and more intemperate in his actions.
Charles Kennedy
...for her whom in life thou dids't abhor, in death thou shalt adore...
Edgar Allan Poe
Overwinding happens when hedge funds destroy companies by attempting to leverage derivatives against otherwise productive long-term assets.
Douglas Rushkoff
So with the stretch of the white road before me, Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun, Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows, Strong with the strength of my horse as we run. Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight! Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.
Amy Lowell
Oh the harsh snarl of guitar strings roaring!Heavenly distensions of our throats!Trousers stiff with dirt and love! Such whoring!Long green slimy nights: we were like stoats.
Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht