Frederick William Faber Quotes
See! he sinksWithout a word; and his ensanguined bierIs vacant in the west, while far and nearBehold! each coward shadow eastward shrinks,Thou dost not strive, O sun, nor dost thou cryAmid thy cloud-built streets.
Frederick William Faber
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You have to let it all hang out, let go of the ideas that were more comfortable and embrace some of the sadness in your life.
Madeleine Peyroux
I used to listen to country and western and blues, John Lee Hooker, spirituals, the Bluegrass Boys, and Eddie Arnold. There was a radio station that come on everyday with country, spirituals, and the blues.
Otis Rush
It's not easy trying to navigate your internal world in the public eye.
Natasha Lyonne
New York for me is about work. If L.A. were to become a West Coast version of that, I'd shoot myself. The climate, the lifestyle - it really fits as the yin to my New York yang.
Vera Wang
Towards the end of summer 2013, when school ended, I decided to re-download all of my social media channels and make videos again. The next day, I woke up and had 9,000 followers. I did the same thing the next day and woke up with 54,000 followers.
Nash Grier
As humans, we all want our own island. Of course, the truth is, we're never going to get it.
T. C. Boyle
I would never jeopardize classified information to be brought out to the public. This information is all open source. There is no reason to worry about classification. It is simply an attempt by bureaucrats to cover their rear ends.
Curt Weldon
I usually wear only a bit of pink lippy, but for TV, they add a few extra lashes to brighten my eyes and some colour to my face, as without it, I look pale and uninteresting.
Mary Berry
Friction makes sparks and sparks start creative conflagrations.
Leo Burnett
And what I wanted to do was, I wanted to explore problems and areas where we didn't have answers. In fact, where we didn't even know the right questions to ask.
Donald Johanson
No position is so false as having understood and still remaining alive.
Emil Cioran
See! he sinksWithout a word; and his ensanguined bierIs vacant in the west, while far and nearBehold! each coward shadow eastward shrinks,Thou dost not strive, O sun, nor dost thou cryAmid thy cloud-built streets.
Frederick William Faber