Plutarch Quotes
For, in the language of Heraclitus, the virtuous soul is pure and unmixed light, springing from the body as a flash of lightning darts from the cloud. But the soul that is carnal and immersed in sense, like a heavy and dank vapor, can with difficulty be kindled, and caused to raise its eyes heavenward.
Plutarch
Quotes to Explore
It's tough to be 68 and dating. I've given it up now.
Ian McLagan
Small Faces
I learned how to read in second grade, and I entered a summer contest at my local library in Chattanooga, Tennessee. If you read more books than anybody else, you got your Polaroid up on the bulletin board, and I did.
Frances McDormand
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
Ovid
I'm one of those people if you ask, 'What's your favourite song?' I'm going to give you five. I don't have just one favourite.
Octavia Spencer
You eventually get used to looking at girls picking their leotards out of their bums and that sort of stuff.
Adam Garcia
I auditioned for 'The Office,' and I don't know if it was a role I could do, but I liked the character. You do one take, and you're reading with a person who's just sitting in a chair and not really... you're not playing off someone, which is what I like to do. I like to play around and find the moment.
Nathan Fielder
I haven't done the profoundly impactful work many TED speakers have.
Cameron Russell
My home was 25 miles from the gulf, and I did not want to see it become a shorefront property.
John Breaux
If everyone's ready for a shot to start, except for one actor who's intent on getting to the bottom of their soul, it can be a bit annoying.
Ian Holm
I feel as though I would be delighted to come back into working in the film world, and working in the theater world again. I'm just gonna see what happens.
Karen Allen
She stood there bright as the sun on that California coast.He was a Midwestern boy on his own.She looked at him with those soft eyes, so innocent and blue.He knew right then he was too far from home.He was too far from home.
Bob Seger
For, in the language of Heraclitus, the virtuous soul is pure and unmixed light, springing from the body as a flash of lightning darts from the cloud. But the soul that is carnal and immersed in sense, like a heavy and dank vapor, can with difficulty be kindled, and caused to raise its eyes heavenward.
Plutarch