Emily Bronte Quotes
Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
Emily Bronte
Quotes to Explore
I've traveled more than any human being who's ever lived.
Gary Player
You don't have to do anything in the movies. You just sit there. Well, that's not entirely true. You do less.
Sam Shepard
To the folks walking around the District of Columbia, I would say this: 'Be careful.'
Kal Penn
I've played heavies for years and years and years. I was bald. I came to Hollywood. I did a play about junk. I was a pusher, so I played pushers for years and years and years. I did war movies and things like that.
Gavin MacLeod
Made with Pencils is grounded in the creativity of a few, propelled by the financial support of many, and most importantly, it's empowering generations to come. A simple idea, a heartfelt desire, and a world of possibility. A pencil, a promise, and a dream.
Adam Braun
Quamlibet multa egerimus, quodam tamen modo recentes sumus ad id quod incipimus. quis non obtundi potest, si per totum diem cuiuscunque artis unum magistrum ferat? mutatione recreabitur sicut in cibis, quorum diversitate reficitur stomachus et pluribus minore fastidio alitur.
Quintilian
Agriculture not only gives riches to a nation, but the only riches she can call her own.
Samuel Johnson
Real poetry, is to lead a beautiful life. To live poetry is better than to write it.
Matsuo Basho
If you ever change your mind an out leaving, leaving me behind baby, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin', bring it on home to me.
Sam Cooke
You could cover the whole earth with asphalt, but sooner or later green grass would break through.
Ilya Ehrenburg
Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
Emily Bronte
