Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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As soon as we can wrest from Nature the secret of the internal structure of the compounds produced by her, chemical science can then even surpass Nature by producing compounds as variations of the natural ones, which the living cell is unable to construct.
Otto Wallach
I have a fascination with Flight 93. My emotions are mixed: awe, gratitude, fear, heartache, pride - even, in some ways, guilt.
Dana Perino
I tell fans who ask me why I'm not doing comedy anymore that I'm a different person. I've grown and I've matured. I've made a transition to where I really want to be.
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Frances Mayes
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What good do you think it does to waller all over a horse thataway? said Rawlins.I dont know, said John Grady. I aint a horse.
Cormac McCarthy
When I listen to President Obama speak to and about women, he sometimes sounds too paternalistic for my taste.
Brown Campbell
Our research centres are everywhere, in India, China, Turkey, Japan, and we all work as a team all the time.
Pranav Mistry
A forest of these trees is a spectacle too much for one man to see.
David Douglas
If mornings aren't your thing right now, try making yourself do a happy dance after you get out of bed. It helps me!
Victoria Arlen
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Percy Bysshe Shelley