Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
A wild dissolving bliss Over my frame he breathed, approaching near, And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness Near mine, and on my lips impressed a lingering kiss.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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I struggle if I have chaos around me, but at the same time, if I don't have it, I'm uncomfortable. It's a strange thing: If I don't have chaos, I create it.
Sam Taylor-Wood
I can create institutions, but I can't rewrite the chips in people's heads.
Paddy Ashdown
The best way to change it is to do it. Right? And then after a while you become it, and it's easy.
Ursula Burns
Words aren't very good at describing complicated, strange visual things. You can try, and the reader will have some sort of image in their mind, but words aren't good at that.
Yann Martel
Many people think fairy tales and retellings of fairy tales are only for children, but I'm not the only writer to take an old tale and retell it for a sophisticated adult audience.
Kate Forsyth
Newark might be one of few the places where the politics is tougher than even Brooklyn.
Hakeem Jeffries
She remembered how she had felt cleaning out her father's clothes, wanting at once to hold on to every dirty handkerchief and musty page of sheet much, and yet wishing she were anywhere else on earth, free of it all.
J. Courtney Sullivan
I'm a big routine guy. I have to have everything in threes.
Sam Bradford
The idea of getting a, you know, syringe full of heroin and shooting it in the vein under my cock right now seems like almost a productive act.
Bill Hicks
Yes, let the Angel blow! A peal from the parted heaven, The first of seven!- The warning, not yet the sign, of woe! That men arise And look about them with wakened eyes, Behold on their garments the dust and slime, Refrain, forbear, Accept the weight of a nobler care And take reproach from the fallen time!
Bayard Taylor
A wild dissolving bliss Over my frame he breathed, approaching near, And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness Near mine, and on my lips impressed a lingering kiss.
Percy Bysshe Shelley