John Dryden Quotes
All things are hush'd, as Nature's self lay dead,The Mountains seem to nod their drowsy head;The little Birds in dreams their Songs repeat,And sleeping Flowers, beneath the night-dew sweat;Even Lust and Envy sleep.
John Dryden
Quotes to Explore
My music is a personal thing, and I feel like if I talk too much about the songs, or if there's too much of my personal life out there, it ruins it.
Washed Out
You can't second-guess yourself as a filmmaker.
Ralph Bakshi
A lot of people, especially Christians, want to put you in this box of being a Christian actor, and I don't believe in it. You do yourself and everyone else a big disservice when you start thinking about it as 'Christian art.' That's why most Christian art is bad. They don't put a premium on the 'art.'
Zachary Levi
The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happily married life.
Oscar Wilde
'Vogue' is a very beautiful magazine, an institution, and I learned so much working there.
Carine Roitfeld
Most of the more celebrated names among African-American authors, poets, and artists are known to the world because of their association with specific cultural arts movements.
Aberjhani
Sure, I get the blues. But what I try to do, is apply joy to the blues, you know? I don't know if it's a technique, or just being bent that way, being raised by the folks I was raised by.
Jeff Bridges
I used to love comic books, and I love American comedy, and neither are afraid to tackle big themes.
Jamie Hewlett
Gorillaz
I first fell in love with comedy when I'd visit my granny as a kid. Trips to her house meant staying up late drinking Coca-Cola and watching 'Saturday Night Live'.
Jessica Williams
You can manage 50 people through the strength of your personality and lack of sleep. You can touch them all in a week and make sure they're all pointed in the right direction.
Mark Pincus
Teaching doesn't relate to photographing, at least not for me.
Garry Winogrand
All things are hush'd, as Nature's self lay dead,The Mountains seem to nod their drowsy head;The little Birds in dreams their Songs repeat,And sleeping Flowers, beneath the night-dew sweat;Even Lust and Envy sleep.
John Dryden
