Elizabeth Smart Quotes
I am over-run, jungled in my bed, I am infested with a menagerie of desires: my heart is eaten by a dove, a cat scrambles in the cave of my sex, hounds in my bed obey a whipmaster who cries nothing but havoc as the hours test my endurance with an accumulation of tortures. Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders?
Elizabeth Smart
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It is true that integrity alone won't make you a leader, but without integrity you will never be one.
Zig Ziglar
I'm going to prove to the fans, going to prove to my teammates, that I can be a better defensive player, offensive player, to win games.
Pablo Sandoval
Sometimes my family got me in the door. Somebody would say, 'Bruce Dern's daughter - sure I'd like to meet her.' It was a point of interest. But after five minutes of talking about my father, I still had to read for the part.
Laura Dern
I learn my songs by ear.
Kate Smith
I bought my first electric guitar when I moved to Memphis; a Gibson with a DeArmond pickup which I used with a small Gibson amplifier.
B. B. King
It's really hard to get a coffee with someone. I have to call my agent, my agent calls their agent, their agent calls their manager, the manager calls back, the actor sends someone to the manager... then you get, 'Yeah, yeah, I'd love to have dinner at six,' and all I wanted was coffee! It can take, like, six days to get coffee.
Daniel Espinosa
You have to open up on stage.
Karen O
Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality.
Jonas Salk
Then Nature shaped a poet's heart - a lyreFrom out whose chords the lightest breeze that blowsDrew trembling music.
Emma Lazarus
The poem builds in my mind and sits there, as if in a register, until the poem, or a piece of a longer poem, is finished enough to write down. I can hold several lines in my head for quite some time, but as soon as they are written down, the register clears, as it were, and I have to work with what is on the paper.
John Burnside
Today, our very survival depends on our ability to stay awake, to adjust to new ideas, to remain vigilant and to face the challenge of change.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
I am over-run, jungled in my bed, I am infested with a menagerie of desires: my heart is eaten by a dove, a cat scrambles in the cave of my sex, hounds in my bed obey a whipmaster who cries nothing but havoc as the hours test my endurance with an accumulation of tortures. Who, if I cried, would hear me among the angelic orders?
Elizabeth Smart
