Jean Toomer Quotes
O singers, resinous and soft your songsAbove the sacred whisper of the pines,Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,Bring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.
Jean Toomer
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My second year of college, I started performing comedy at an open mic. It was good to do open mics with the kids. It's a good, safe spot to start, you know?
Hannibal Buress
I lost two brothers in an airplane crash, both of them leaving a wife and kids. When I get to Heaven, that's probably the first question I'd like to ask: 'Why was it necessary?'
S. Truett Cathy
On YouTube you can tell what countries are watching and I've definitely noted a strong Australian following. You can plan your tours around where the love is on Twitter and YouTube - before, you couldn't tell.
Imogen Heap
Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.
O. Henry
In Latin America, even atheists are Catholics.
Carlos Fuentes
Basically, I hate conformity. I hate people telling me what to do. It makes me want to smash things. So-called normal behaviour patterns make me so bored, I could throw up!
Wendy O. Williams
Men need marriage more than women do. In fact, they need it to survive.
Hanna Rosin
So I still seized the power, but I felt that if I officially made myself the boss, in black and white, it would be too intimidating for the other producers and the other men who worked on the show. In other words, I had the power, but I gave them the title.
Marlo Thomas
The inferior man attempts a hundred intrigues in order to save himself, but finishes only in creating a greater calamity from which he cannot run.
Wang Yangming
I wanted to be a landscape architect, but I trained as a teacher; I worked in publishing; I was a waitress.
Deborah Moggach
I really just tried to make a record full of great songs, which is the goal I always have.
Martina McBride
O singers, resinous and soft your songsAbove the sacred whisper of the pines,Give virgin lips to cornfield concubines,Bring dreams of Christ to dusky cane-lipped throngs.
Jean Toomer