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.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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I don't really have any gimmicks. I don't actually do anything that's strange. I don't even wear weird things.
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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.
Jack White
The White Stripes
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.
Iris DeMent
I go to this gym in Hollywood: it's a Cross Fit gym. It's basically just a really high intensity, sort of, athletic movements. I'm sure Cross Fit is going to be mad at me for not giving their definition of what Cross Fit is.
Parker Young
There's a lot more to publishing a book than writing it and slapping a cover on it.
Vince Flynn
My dad taught me to kiteboard when I was 13, and around the same time, I happened to just fall into being an extra on a set and fell in love with acting and making movies.
Maika Monroe
I was at number one in Australia with both my album and my single. And then I was told I had cancer. I thought, 'What a strange turn of events.'
Delta Goodrem
The woman's vision is deep reaching, the man's far reaching.
Betty Grable
You learn more about life from watching 'Big Brother' than from reading a book.
John de Mol, Jr.
I think it's very important to send the message that, while parents are needed to remind you to practice and occasionally force you to finish things... they also need to learn to respect you. You as an individual, ultimately, are the captain of where you're going.
Angela Duckworth
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.
Percy Bysshe Shelley