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
I am a reluctant celebrity, in some ways.
Sade Adu
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
Of all the damnable waste of human life that ever was invented, clerking is the worst.
George Bernard Shaw
Ah, wasteful woman, she who mayOn her sweet self set her own price,Knowing man cannot choose but pay,How has she cheapen'd paradise;How given for nought her priceless gift,How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine,Which, spent with due, respective thrift,Had made brutes men, and men divine.
Coventry Patmore
I come from a real working class background, and I didn't know anyone sophisticated - except I saw Edie Sedgewick once at the Art Museum in Philly. She had these black leotards and little black pumps and this big ermine cape and all these white dogs and black sunglasses and black eyes. She was classy!
Patti Smith
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell each other, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,
And let thy holy feet visit our clime.
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
William Blake
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