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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I've got a full life.
Laura Schlessinger
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
America, I know the road will be long, but I know we can get there. Yes, we will stumble, but I know we’ll get back up. That’s how a movement happens. That’s how history bends. That's how when somebody is faint of heart, somebody else brings them along and says, come on, we’re marching.
Barack Obama
Workers' rights are under attack across the country.
Elizabeth Esty
An Indian respects a brave man, but he despises a coward.
Chief Joseph
The sun is so powerful, that without it we are nothing.
John Roy Anderson
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This perpetual toggling between nothing being new, under the sun, and everything having very recently changed, absolutely, is perhaps the central driving tension of my work.
William Gibson
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