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
Poetry is the elder sister of history, the mother of language, the ancestress of civilization.
Orson F. Whitney
The rapture will not be secret but open and manifest. Its purpose will not be to whisk the elect away from the earth for a while until Christ returns for a 'second' Second Coming. The purpose of the rapture is to allow the saints to meet Jesus in the air as He returns and be included in His entourage during His triumphal descent from Heaven. His coming in this manner will be attended by the general resurrection, the final judgment, and the end of the world.
R. C. Sproul
The less we read, the more harmful it is what we read.
Miguel de Unamuno
I actually find a lot of pleasure in writing lyrics.
Archy Ivan Marshall
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