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 think you have an obligation to share what you know as a writer.
David Guterson
Bieber's like my brother at this point.
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In players, vanity cripples art at every step.
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It used to be 65 when you went into retirement. Before that, when you got into your 50s, you were getting older.
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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