Wallace Stevens Quotes
I heard them cry - the peacocks. Was it a cry against the twilight Or against the leaves themselves Turning in the wind, Turning as the flames Turned in the fire, Turning as the tails of the peacocks Turned in the loud fire, Loud as the hemlocks Full of the cry of the peacocks? Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?
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A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.
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If you needed to borrow a cup of sugar, you knocked on your neighbour's door.
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I have such a dancer's spirit that I tend to leap around the house. Once I leaped onto my bed and landed on the floor. But I danced more for myself than I did for other people.
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I've never filed a patent lawsuit. I hope never to file a patent lawsuit. That may be unrealistic, but it would be great if I could avoid doing it... Lawsuits are a ridiculous way to do business.
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If you have multiples of anything, you have the possibility of repetition. Repetition creates pattern and also unity. Put anyone in a room with a pile of similar objects and say, 'I want a pattern by 3 P.M. or no dinner.' Anyone would come up with a design. It is easy, fun and available to anybody. Most people just don't have the nerve.
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I really believe great actors, even with disease and age, can be great.
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No matter how frustrated, disappointed and discouraged we may feel in the face of our failures, it's only temporary. And the faster you can stop wallowing in guilt, blame or resentment, the faster you can put it behind you.
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Is anything, in all respects, so influential as consideration? Does it not, by a kindly anticipation, create the divisions of the active life itself, in a manner rehearsing and arranging beforehand what has to be done?
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I love Jared Hess' movies. He's such a weirdo and such a nice, funny guy.
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But the Wisdom of God, which is His only-begotten Son, being in all respects incapable of change or alteration, and every good quality in Him being essential, and such as cannot be changed and converted, His glory is therefore declared to be pure and sincere.
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The old Dodgers were something special, but of my teammates overall, there was nobody like Pee Wee Reese for me.
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I'm one of those fellows so frightened of driving that I go 80 miles an hour - and the more frightened I get, the faster I go.
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Simply put, our nation's economy will only go as far as our small businesses will take it.
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I'm learning to accept everything that I am. I've accepted that I'm not going to be a stick-thin-model kind of girl. When I was 14, I was tall and spindly. By the time I turned 18, I had become a woman, and my body's not going to go back to what it looked like when I was 14.
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As a singer, you have to bring the soul to the song.
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What do you say when someone has truly inspired you? How do you express to an artist how deeply their work has affected you?
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There is certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.
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I wouldn't mind being like X-Men and having the claws. I mean, I don't think they'd let me play football, but it would look cool.
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The future isn't just a place you'll go. It's a place you will invent.
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The junior senator from Wisconsin, by his reckless charges, has so preyed upon the fears and hatreds and prejudices of the American people that he has started a prairie fire which neither he nor anyone else may be able to control.
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You don't that often see writers being sought out when there are matters of great moment to discuss. And I think that's a loss.
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Marriage - a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters in prose.
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Thought is fugitive; the mind does not repeat itself; if you do not catch the whisperings of the oracle as they come to you, they are lost forever. You must-and this is absolutely essential-convince yourselves that what is offered you this very moment will never be offered again.
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I heard them cry - the peacocks. Was it a cry against the twilight Or against the leaves themselves Turning in the wind, Turning as the flames Turned in the fire, Turning as the tails of the peacocks Turned in the loud fire, Loud as the hemlocks Full of the cry of the peacocks? Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?
