John Donne Quotes
At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattred bodies go.
John Donne
Quotes to Explore
I have to experience all the ghastly, bottomless depths for life for myself; it's for that reason that I went to war, and for that reason I volunteered.
Otto Dix
We have to set our own agenda, we have to set our own standards, we have to be very strong about what we want, we have to be very strong about our passion and if it's not right for you, you shouldn't do it just because you're advised by so-called geniuses.
Jackie DeShannon
I have cravings all the time, even when I'm not pregnant.
Laila Ali
We have made mistakes. In our haste to do all things for all people, we did not foresee the full consequences of our actions. And when the people raised their voices, we didn't hear. But our deafness was only a temporary condition, and not an irreversible condition.
Barbara Jordan
My son, Wolfgang, plays drums, guitars and bass.
Eddie Van Halen
Van Halen
I have always believed that one should not be scared of losing, I think that really is the key.
Imran Khan
I'm from a very small village in the middle of nowhere, four hours by airplane from Moscow. Yemanzhelinsk - you wouldn't find it on the map. Don't even try it. It's super, super tiny.
Irina Shayk
The Afghans themselves say that if you put two Afghans in a room, you get three factions.
P. J. O'Rourke
My first Olympics was Munich in 1972. I am better now than I was then, in knowledge and experience. The age of top riders generally tends to be older than in other sports because it takes a lot of time to be consistent.
Ian Millar
I did learn a lot from 'Project Runway,' things I could incorporate into my own life.
Angela Lindvall
In your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth,
And all you behold, though it appears without,
It is within, in your imagination,
Of which this world of mortality is but a shadow.
William Blake
At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scattred bodies go.
John Donne