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
Printed books usually outlive bookstores and the publishers who brought them out. They sit around, demanding nothing, for decades. That's one of their nicest qualities - their brute persistence.
Nicholson Baker
Man forgives woman anything save the wit to outwit him.
Minna Antrim
Save me from trendy religion that makes cheap clichés out of timeless truths.
Rich Mullins
Showed good business judgment, knowing that these continued lawsuits would be the untimely death of the gun industry.
Andrew Cuomo
But you see, our society is still trapped in this binary, black/white logic and that has had some very positive implications for our generation. It's had some very negative ones as well and one of the negative ones is that it creates enormous identity problems for people who have one black ancestor and all white ancestors for example.
Henry Louis Gates
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
