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
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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
Empty values statements create cynical and dispirited employees, alienate customers, and undermine managerial credibility.
Patrick Lencioni
You're everything I thought you never were and nothing like I thought you could've been.
Beyonce
Destiny's Child
I am from Mumbai. I studied at the Utpal Sanghvi School at Juhu and then went to the Mithibai College. I come from a business family, and I am the only son.
Karan Patel
From the beginning, I wanted to live my own life, and patiently I shored up that desire against wind and tide.
Ella Maillart
I really like oysters, and I won't eat them alone. They're just a weird thing to eat by yourself.
Katie Aselton
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
