Walt Whitman Quotes
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.... And as to you corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips — I reach to the polished breasts of melons. And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.
Walt Whitman
Quotes to Explore
If I go on a diet and work out, I'm always in a bad mood. I'd rather be a little heavier but nice.
Salma Hayek
All institutions have lapses, even great ones, especially by individual rogue employees - famously in recent years at 'The Washington Post,' 'The New York Times,' and the three original TV networks.
Carl Bernstein
If people don't want to come out to the ball park, nobody's gonna stop 'em.
Yogi Berra
I do not believe any president can bind a successor president to give up his fundamental role as protector of the country.
Ted Cruz
I don't think an actor ever wants to establish an image. That certainly hurt me, and yet that is also what made me successful and eventually able to do more challenging roles.
Farrah Fawcett
Sometimes we misunderstand what films can do. We just throw a whole book in there, with people just talking, talking, and talking. The picture can tell, the frame can tell.
Mads Mikkelsen
In the mornings, I use a good moisturiser and a colouring lip balm. In the evenings, though, I like to go a little glam.
Kriti Sanon
I was always super, super musical. So my parents recognized that and put me in choirs, piano lessons, and all that.
Bonnie McKee
Benchmark your performance against your best competitors. Think how you can beat them next time.
Brian Tracy
'The Descendants' somehow made death and adultery funny at times.
Ashlan Gorse Cousteau
Laughter and joy are part of the beauty of life.
Diogo Morgado
And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.... And as to you corpse, I think you are good manure, but that does not offend me, I smell the white roses sweet-scented and growing, I reach to the leafy lips — I reach to the polished breasts of melons. And as to you life, I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.
Walt Whitman
