John Keats Quotes
Sometimes goldfinches one by one will dropFrom low hung branches; little space they stop;But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek;Then off at once, as in a wanton freak:Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wingsPausing upon their yellow flutterings.
Quotes to Explore
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Immaturity is the incapacity to use one's intelligence without the guidance of another.
Immanuel Kant
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New Year's Eve, we're going to be doing a concert with the Philadelphia Orchestra in Symphony Hall. It makes me feel good, because of all the people they could have had, they wanted me! We do have to do a little work with the rhythm section.
Barbara Cook
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You cannot get PTSD from reading a book or from hearing a story, even repeated stories over and over.
Dale Archer
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Working with Barneys, and choosing the looks, I was thinking about whether a real woman would buy this outfit and feel beautiful and comfortable.
Carine Roitfeld
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War is something Arafat sends others to do for him. That is, the poor souls who believe in him. This pompous incompetent caused the failure of the Camp David negotiations, Clinton's mediation.
Oriana Fallaci
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I never figured I'd go into the Hall of Fame. A kid from the Hill.
Yogi Berra
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And for the first time in a long time, I'm playing along somebody that has that same energy and fire and plays pretty much the same way I do. So, that was just nice to say.
Latrell Sprewell
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There are people that bring artists to me to look at it, and it's a question of whether I like their music and their look and if I think there's something they have that makes them different and commercial.
Babyface
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I consider plot a necessary intrusion on what I really want to do, which is write snappy dialogue.
Aaron Sorkin
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I don't cook. I don't know anything about food. I've never reviewed a restaurant.
Calvin Trillin
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I am sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Fannie Lou Hamer
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It would have been fun to have played Tim Robbins' role in Bull Durham.
Garth Brooks
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When you're young and you're in love and it doesn't work out - it hurts.
Orlando Bloom
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Before this distinguished assembly and the world, the bells today proclaim the joyous tidings of the completion of this quietly soaring tower.
Earl Warren
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Do you all have a living room floor or a bedroom floor? Then you can write a book.
Patricia Reilly Giff
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I'd visit the near future, close enough that someone might want to talk to Larry Niven and can figure out the language; distant enough to get me decent medical techniques and a ticket to the Moon.
Larry Niven
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I sailed through my childhood with a complete lack of any drama.
Kate Adie
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What goes on between the actor and director is sacred.
Jack Kilmer
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The French are sawed-off sissies who eat snails and slugs and cheese that smells like people's feet. Utter cowards who force their own children to drink wine, they gibber like baboons even when you try to speak to them in their own wimpy language.
P. J. O'Rourke
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Fuseproject was founded in 1999, and the notion behind it, which is alive and kicking today, is fusing different disciplines. Our teams are absolutely incredible at their own discipline, but most importantly, they're incredible at partnering with each other.
Yves Behar
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I wear the same black suit. I have five of them. I pair them with a red scarf. I was wearing a red scarf when I won the first architectural competition of my career.
Bernard Tschumi
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Characters tend to be either for or against the quest. If they assist it, they are idealized as simply gallant or pure; if they obstruct it, they are characterized as simply villainous or cowardly. Hence every typical character...tends to have his moral opposite confronting him, like black and white pieces in a chess game.
Northrop Frye
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I keep trying to define 'poetry,' but it's so difficult.
Jack Gleeson
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Sometimes goldfinches one by one will dropFrom low hung branches; little space they stop;But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek;Then off at once, as in a wanton freak:Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wingsPausing upon their yellow flutterings.
John Keats