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
I buy when other people are selling.
J. Paul Getty
I absolutely hate clothes shopping, though I love clothes. It's my idea of heaven to be handed things to wear.
Zoe Wanamaker
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
Euripides
We will never walk away from Israel ... Many of us are worried about heaven. Heaven is your reward. You are here as soldiers to take on the enemy.
William G. Boykin
Just at the turn of the tide, nature held its breath - no bird sang, everything seemed to be waiting and waiting. And then, sure enough, as if someone had flicked a switch, everything started in motion again.
Marion Chesney
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