Mark Akenside Quotes
Adieu, for him,The dull engagements of the bustling world!Adieu the sick impertinence of praise!And hope, and action! for with her alone,By streams and shades, to steal these sighing hours,Is all he asks, and all that fate can give!
Mark Akenside
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I've worked hard over the years, I've been injured and I've worked hard through it, and I've made it.
Usain Bolt
There comes a time when money doesn't matter.
Floyd Mayweather, Jr.
The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.
J. G. Ballard
I thought that communism, the tyranny of communism, was an abomination and I beseeched God to bring that terrible evil down and he did. It was a great triumph, it took awhile, but it happened.
Pat Robertson
I feel that the world is increasingly about the bottom line, and not so much about human respect or human dignity. In that regard, people who care about other people will not be in a position to make choices and do things that other people who they're competing against will get to do.
Dan Gilroy
Breakfast Club
To make a couple putts to win the Masters is just an amazing feeling.
Adam Derek Scott
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
Pablo Picasso
6,000 people were killed, crippled, and wounded during the War of Independence. The economy was devastated - there was no milk, just milk powder. No eggs, but egg powder. Meat was only once a week.
Yitzhak Navon
Forget about banks that are too big to fail; the focus should be on cities, municipalities and countries that are too big to fail.
Andrew Ross Sorkin
The arms race is a race between nuclear weapons and ourselves.
Martin Amis
Let us reach for the world that ought to be -- that spark of the divine that still stirs within each of our souls.
Barack Obama
Adieu, for him,The dull engagements of the bustling world!Adieu the sick impertinence of praise!And hope, and action! for with her alone,By streams and shades, to steal these sighing hours,Is all he asks, and all that fate can give!
Mark Akenside