John Donne Quotes
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreth of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
John Donne
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I appreciate cooperation with Turkey on many issues. We are grateful for the support we receive for E.U. and NATO integration for Montenegro.
Igor Luksic
Any child knows that history can only be a reduced representation of reality, but it must be a true one, not distorted by queer lenses.
Samuel E. Morison
Once I discovered how important writing music was to me and just what a huge weight it lifted off of me, I knew that it was going to be the biggest part of my life, the biggest love of my life, the biggest thing in my life.
Banks
It would be hard to ignore the absence of democracy in any Arab nation.
Jack Schwartz
Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.
Samuel Beckett
Your life, your circumstances change, and you have to continue to grow as a person, and once you have means and opportunity, you have to make different choices to protect what you have.
Mahershala Ali
I like looking wet, sweaty, dewy, fresh.
Paloma Elsesser
Re-examine all that you have been told... dismiss that which insults your soul.
Walt Whitman
Many talk much, and indeed well, of what Christ has done for us: but how little is spoken of what he is to do in us! and yet all that he has done for us is in reference to what he is to do in us.
Adam Clarke
The projects I look for to produce or direct would not be ones in which I would want to act.
John Malkovich
Over the longer period of time it would move in exactly the wrong direction because it would encourage us to use more oil, not less.
Edward Lazear
Who ever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreth of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution.
John Donne
