Wallace Stevens Quotes
The sea returns upon the men, The fields entrap the children, brick Is a weed and all the flies are caught, Wingless and withered, but living alive. The discord merely magnified. Deeper within the belly's dark Of time, time grows upon the rock.
Wallace Stevens
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The conclusion that I have come to is that actually, no religion, whether it's Islam, Christianity or any idea based on scripture or texts, is a religion of 'anything,' really.
Maajid Nawaz
I don't regret doing any of my films. All of them have been great learning experiences, and they have contributed to making me what I am today.
Randeep Hooda
I did a film called 'Fire with Fire.'
Vincent D'Onofrio
Let it ever be remembered that genuine faith in Christ will ever be productive of good works; for this faith worketh by love, as the apostle says, and love to God always produces obedience to his holy laws.
Adam Clarke
I write better in Cape Breton... too many people around in Ontario. Down there I meet all sorts of non-human people, but they don't bother me, and I don't feel I have to apologize on behalf of my species quite so often.
Farley Mowat
People make the mistake of thinking they've got to perform just because someone has said something about their potential.
Adam Peaty
One of the reasons people hate politics is that truth is rarely a politician's objective. Election and power are.
Cal Thomas
I think that the climate within the band has changed, it's now in a more functional situation.
Billy Sherwood
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Maybe this is not a come-down-from-the-ledge story. But I tell it with the thought that the woman on the ledge will ask herself a question, the question that occurred to that man in Bogota. He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn't good?
Amy Hempel
I'm a hugger of both men and women. As it turns out that those are taken in an offensive manner, I need to have a greater sense of awareness of what I am doing, and we will correct that, and I am taking those steps.
Bob Filner
The sea returns upon the men, The fields entrap the children, brick Is a weed and all the flies are caught, Wingless and withered, but living alive. The discord merely magnified. Deeper within the belly's dark Of time, time grows upon the rock.
Wallace Stevens