Jean Ingelow Quotes
O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep; Love is a pouting child.
Jean Ingelow
Quotes to Explore
I don't look to jump over 7-foot bars: I look around for 1-foot bars that I can step over.
Warren Buffett
My mother couldn't have been happier when I said I was moving to New York.
Victor Garber
Read. Read. Read. Just don't read one type of book. Read different books by various authors so that you develop different styles.
R. L. Stine
Like every actress, I, too, had movies that got stuck, but I have learnt to always look at the best in every situation and to give my best to every situation.
Yami Gautam
Each of my books is different from the last, each with its own characters, its own setting, its own themes. As a writer, I need the variety. I sense my readers do, too.
Barbara Delinsky
As a science fiction fan, I had always assumed that when computers supplemented our intelligence, it would be because we outsourced some of our memory to them. We would ask questions, and our machines would give oracular - or supremely practical - replies.
Gary Wolf
The abstract human mind will have to receive the intended impression by its own means. I always confine myself to expressing the universal, that is, the eternal (closest to the spirit) and I do so in the simplest of external forms, in order to be able to express the inner meaning as lightly veiled as possible.
Piet Mondrian
I don't feel like I look like the other perfect little pop singers. I think I'm changing what people think is sexy.
Lady Gaga
I'm not nervous coming back to my old audience. I'm looking forward to it. That's really what I do; that's my day job.
Ronan Keating
Boyzone
Whatever you can lose, you should reckon of no account.
Publilius Syrus
I'm more of a realist when it comes to life, and I'd much rather my mother be in a spiritual place in Heaven than in a bed, sick, fighting for her life.
Kevin Hart
O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep; Love is a pouting child.
Jean Ingelow
