Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl’d Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Its mother’s face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate’s voice, it hears.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Writing songs is an essential part of my life: my mother teaches piano, and I have inherited my grandparents' passion for music, especially from my grandfather Tommy, who was a great drummer. It's no coincidence that I play the drums best, but I am also good with the guitar and the piano.
Caleb Landry Jones
When you put the pressure on yourself, it's not good. If you fight afraid to lose, you wind up not fighting that good.
Rafael dos Anjos
On a personal level, there are many people who have meant a great deal to me. My father and mother were certainly of vital importance, not only in themselves but because they created a world for me to revolt against.
Ingmar Bergman
The speed limit on most of Maui's highways is forty miles per hour, but my mother never went above thirty.
Hanya Yanagihara
When I was born, the doctor looked at my mother and said, 'Congratulations, you have an actor!'
Sally Field
My mother's passion for something more, to write a different destiny for a dirt-poor farmer's daughter, was to shape my entire life.
Faye Dunaway
I am no expert on tax; I'm a film producer. I read books and think about which ones would make good movies, and then I work with directors in order to make them.
Alison Owen
At no point do the resurrection narratives in the four Gospels say, 'Jesus has been raised, therefore we are all going to heaven.' It says that Christ is coming here, to join together the heavens and the Earth in an act of new creation.
N. T. Wright
The drummer is the backbone of the band and is the real underrated one.
Bernard Sumner
Joy Division
Report of fashions in proud Italy Whose manners still our tardy-apish nation Limps after in base imitation
William Shakespeare
There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearl’d Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Its mother’s face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate’s voice, it hears.
Percy Bysshe Shelley