John Keats Quotes
And such too is the grandeur of the doomsWe have imagined for the mighty dead;All lovely tales that we have heard or read:An endless fountain of immortal drink,Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
John Keats
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One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.
Walter Scott
I want to have a career in 10, 20 years, so it's harder now, and maybe more stressful now, but in the future, hopefully it will all pay off.
Verite
I don't sleep well. I rehash everything in bed. The mind's still working.
Hale Irwin
If a great outfit gets you one step closer to feeling good about yourself, then it's worth every penny.
Rachel Roy
What is more comforting to the terrorists around the world: the failure to pass the 9/11 legislation because we lacked a majority of the majority,' or putting aside partisan politics to enact tough new legislation with America's security foremost in mind?
Rahm Emanuel
My own military background is wholly un-distinguished. I was a sergeant.
W. E. B. Griffin
Just seeing people appreciate what you do, come out and support it, and sing the songs back, there's not a better feeling in the world.
Kip Moore
My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.
Sigmund Freud
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it - but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And such too is the grandeur of the doomsWe have imagined for the mighty dead;All lovely tales that we have heard or read:An endless fountain of immortal drink,Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
John Keats