John Keats Quotes
But when the melancholy fit shall fallSudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,And hides the green hill in an April shroud;Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.
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If you are a girl dressing up in the morning thinking about the whole world having a point of view on what you are wearing, it takes the pleasure out of getting dressed.
Olivier Theyskens
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I started composting in 1970 by taking my food scraps out behind where I lived and burying them in a hole next to the railroad tracks - and green things started to grow there!
Ed Begley, Jr.
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Relationships are like traffic lights. And I just have this theory that I can only exist in a relationship if it's a green light.
Taylor Swift
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The U.S. tax code was written by A students. Every April 15, we have to pay somebody who got an A in accounting to keep ourselves from being sent to jail.
P. J. O'Rourke
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I am a being of Heaven and Earth, of thunder and lightning, of rain and wind, of the galaxies.
Eden Ahbez
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I do think Jesus would skip church on Sunday morning and instead visit the nursing homes and retirement homes where so many have abandoned their loved ones.
Taylor Negron
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I'll never forget one morning I walked in and I had a hell of a bruise - it had been a difficult night the night before - and a client said to me, 'Good God, Vidal, what happened to your face?' And I said, 'Oh, nothing, madam, I just fell over a hairpin.'
Vidal Sassoon
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We dried continuously day and night. We had no efficient way to do it, so we built this new popcorn plant.
Orville Redenbacher
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Mark Zuckerberg needs no introduction these days, what with all the magazine covers and morning news shows. My mother knows who he is now, and my mother can hardly turn on a computer.
Kara Swisher
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The morning is always my best time of the day for writing because that's when my head is best.
Zoe Foster Blake
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My brain is so anxiety-prone, like a pinball machine. If I don't get up in the morning and focus my thinking, my breathing, and my being for about 12 minutes, I'm just a screwball all day long.
Rainn Wilson
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Slack spread through businesses like wildfire, initially in the tech and media sectors, but now much more widely. At its public launch in February 2014, it had 17,000 users. As of April 1st, 2016, that number had rocketed to 2.7 million daily active users.
Walt Mossberg
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If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears.
Isaac Hayes
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Over the years, I had nurtured the hope to be able to fly; to handle a machine as it rose higher and higher in the stratosphere was my dearest dream.
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
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Product-wise, I use a morning and night cleanser. I'm really not a brand person.
Halima Aden
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I want to get so famous that I don't have to wake up in the morning. It'll probably never happen.
Gabriel Iglesias
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I tried putting teabags under my eyes because they say that the green tea - the caffeine - will help with under-eye bags and moisture. It worked! That's a new tip.
Olivia Culpo
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If you ask me what I worry about every morning when I wake up, it's that I don't understand future mainstream Internet users' habits.
Ma Huateng
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Every day, we have to strive to be better people. Some days we give in to weakness, and sometimes we give in to strength.
Edward Kitsis
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Maud Muller, on a summer's day, Raked the meadows sweet with hay. Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth Of simple beauty and rustic health.
John Greenleaf Whittier
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I've done loads of things people have never seen - dramas on BBC4 and plays upstairs at the Royal Court and the Bush - and because I didn't go to drama school, they gave me an education.
Rafe Spall
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It was like in Samoa when they'd put up a movie screen on the beach and show movies and the locals would run behind the sheet to see where the people went. It was pretty grim.
Dick Wolf
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I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.
Charles Stuart Calverley
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But when the melancholy fit shall fallSudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,And hides the green hill in an April shroud;Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose.
John Keats