Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother’s hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love: He bears a load which nothing can remove, A killing, withering weight.
Quotes to Explore
-
There are really two kinds of optimism. There's the complacent, Pollyanna optimism that says, 'Don't worry - everything will be just fine,' and that allows one to just lay back and do nothing about the problems around you. Then there's what we call dynamic optimism. That's an optimism based on action.
-
Thomas Friedman's 'The World is Flat' sold more copies in India than in the U.K. The market for go-getting business books or wonkish tomes by corporate moguls posing as philosopher kings has grown dramatically in modernising China and India.
-
There's a big link between trains and film. One of the first filmed objects was a train. The clickety-clack of the projector and the clickety-clack of the train are similar. There is the idea of the voyage - every voyage is a story. I wonder if film would have been invented without the train.
-
In the last quarter of the eighteenth century bourgeois Europe needed to emancipate itself from that combination of feudalism and commercial capitalism which we know as mercantilism.
-
I didn't make any friends in New York by insisting on moving the league headquarters to Cincinnati. The fact was that my son Bill was in school. His mother had passed away, and I didn't want to take the boy away from his school and to a strange city.
-
Countries like France should not be naive. We don't have a French YouTube or Amazon or Netflix.
-
The French complain of everything, and always.
-
I'm quite a precious painter; my style is a messy fine art - sort of impressionist. I do portraits, I love painting other artists, but recently, I've been playing around with self portraits, putting on different characters.
-
What power can poverty have over a home where loving hearts are beating with a consciousness of untold riches of the head and heart?
-
Proust is a huge author for me.
-
It is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust.
-
There's a Washington standard of casually putting things off the record. It's really gone too far. I don't know an easy way to turn it back.
-
I really don't like confrontations. One of the reasons I'm retiring is that I'm tired of hurting people's feelings.
-
By the time I was ten, everyone knew I wanted to be a producer. I was a very precocious little boy.
-
God cannot alter the past, though historians can.
-
I don't really have any gimmicks. I don't actually do anything that's strange. I don't even wear weird things.
-
Originally, I was against gay marriage because I was opposed to all marriage, being an old-fashioned gay bohemian. The straight people I knew in the sixties were very much opposed to it. I was, too, and it was never a possibility for gays, but when I saw how opposed the Religious Right was to it, I thought it a fight worth fighting.
-
Nowadays, everybody assumes, when they wake up in the morning, if they have a question, it will get answered. Because they have the internet. No matter what the question is, someone will answer their question.
-
For a long time I was interested in being a social worker. In a lot of ways I feel that that's all my music is, trying to help people.
-
Waiting tables has never paid my bills, a fact which I prefer to hide from my colleagues with deep sighs about the price of just about everything.
-
The incurably suspicious Arthur Lee, youngest brother of Richard Henry, was of opinion that what others termed 'errors' in the Constitution were a deliberate scheme to create an oligarchy.
-
'Bridges' is definitely one of the heart-wrenching ones. It's definitely a message that needs to be shared out there into the world. Something we wanted to share with everybody and let them know is that we know love can conquer hate.
-
A boyfriend has so much to do with a woman blossoming.
-
Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother’s hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love: He bears a load which nothing can remove, A killing, withering weight.
