Emily Dickinson Quotes
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And does n’t care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.
Emily Dickinson
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Many who seem to be struggling with adversity are happy; many, amid great affluence, are utterly miserable.
Tacitus
I never was happy with the job I did in 'Ed Wood.'
Vincent D'Onofrio
Tenured professors are more prone than the rest of us to think that the university is the universe.
Pankaj Mishra
Being in this fine mood, I spoke to a little boy, whom I saw playing alone in the road, asking him what he was going to be when he grew up. Of course I expected to hear him say a sailor, a soldier, a hunter, or something else that seems heroic to childhood, and I was very much surprised when he answered innocently, 'A man.'
W. H. Davies
The best thing about being on the road in general is just playing every single night in front of people that are genuinely fans of your music.
Ed Sheeran
A stylist understands our body language; they know what works and what doesn't. I'm happy this concept has caught on in the South film industry.
Rakul Preet Singh
In the modern road-running era, digital photography has intersected with weekend-warrior culture, creating a golden age of social-media humblebragging. For some, the marathon course is sacred ground. For others, it's a personal movie set.
Mary Pilon
Bombs take hours or days to reach every corner of the earth. Words arrive instantly and kill more people. They are a weapon of mass destruction.
Haim Harari
My dream is not Hollywood, but to perform my act in English to 30 people in a Soho comedy club, to show New Yorkers what they look like from the French point of view.
Gad Elmaleh
Physical money, whether it's checks or cash or credit card, are digitizing in front of us.
Dan Schulman
Oh, it is sad for a poor Christian to stand at the door of the promise, in the dark night of affliction, afraid to draw the latch, whereas he should then come boldly for shelter as a child into his father's house.
William Gurnall
How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And does n’t care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.
Emily Dickinson
