Emily Bronte Quotes
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.
Emily Bronte
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Some people dream of success, while other people get up every morning and make it happen.
Wayne Huizenga
I went through my entire athletic life as a basketball player with only minimal physical setbacks, the worst being a couple of brain concussions, one in a college game in 1948, the other in 1954 while playing in the Eastern League, from which I recovered without permanent damage.
Jack Ramsay
A whole series of events pushed me towards meditation, and now it's become such an integral part of the way I manage myself. It's a tool for me; when you're an entrepreneur, and you're pulled in every direction, it is wonderful to have this discipline.
Imran Amed
This is what I love to do. And if pressure is something that comes with playing good golf, that's something a professional golfer has to handle.
Inbee Park
Beauty is whatever gives joy.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
I see many black males grasping for some thread of hope. There are so many destructive practices, glimpses into a psychic abyss. That must be very frightening.
Yusef Komunyakaa
According to Krishnamacharya , practice and knowledge must always go together. He used to say, practice without right knowledge of theory is blind. This is also because without right knowledge, one can mindfully do a wrong practice.
A. G. Mohan
Poetry allows me to write about what I don't know, whereas journalism demands a higher level of certainty to be worthy of being written.
Eliza Griswold
My creative life is a constant struggle to achieve a balance between letting things flow in and letting things flow out.
Don Henley
The Eagles
The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him.
Elizabeth Chandler
It's just bruised, I'll be all right. I'll play Thursday night.
Eric Staal
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.
Emily Bronte
