Ralph Hodgson Quotes
I climbed a hill as light fell short, / And rooks came home in scramble sort, / And filled the trees and flapped and fought / And sang themselves to sleep.
Ralph Hodgson
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In those years of the Fifties, in London and New York, I lived, without knowing it, in a time when the profoundest changes were happening: when a radical alteration was getting ready to happen in the way a society saw young girls. And, as a consequence, in the way they saw themselves.
Eavan Boland
There are hours when I must force the novel out of my mind and be interested in the children.
Zane Grey
To disregard the obvious is not a good trait in a leader in any situation.
Jack Reed
I work so hard, but... everything just goes my way! It's insane!
Zara Larsson
The upward course of a nation's history is due in the long run to the soundness of heart of its average men and women.
Queen Elizabeth II
Life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
O. Henry
You see people you identify with, and you take pieces of people you like and shape who you are. Like, I sound just like my dad. But that's literally my vocal chords. I can't sound like anything else... I sound like him, but I act like myself.
Damon Wayans, Jr.
When I was 17, I entered a modeling contest in my home province in China because my mother wanted me to learn better posture. And the rest is history!
Liu Wen
When I'm at home, I just run all the time, you know; I get up, and I go pretty much four days a week outdoors. I go in the canyons around L.A., Malibu - just around L.A. there's a lot of different spots.
Flea
Red Hot Chili Peppers
My mother and I were born in Mieres, Asturias, the most beautiful region you'll ever see in Europe and the home of Cabrales, a great blue cheese made in the Asturian mountains. When I was young, we moved to Barcelona. Whenever my mother was homesick for Asturias, she'd eat a little piece of Cabrales to bring her closer to Mieres.
Jose Andres
I climbed a hill as light fell short, / And rooks came home in scramble sort, / And filled the trees and flapped and fought / And sang themselves to sleep.
Ralph Hodgson
