John Keats Quotes
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twistWolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’dBy nightshade.
John Keats
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I like to laugh and make people have fun.
R. Kelly
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Science does not limit itself merely to what is currently verifiable. But it is interested in questions that are potentially verifiable (or, rather, falsifiable).
Sam Harris
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Mine has been a concern for the people, a concern to maintain stability, a concern to get people working together racially, ethnically, rich and poor - all segments of the city.
Walter Washington
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I don't think you can climb Mount Everest with a broken leg, but I did break my leg prior to going to Mount Everest, so I was really climbing with a healing broken leg. I had the good fortune of climbing the highest mountain on each of the seven continents. That was a goal that I had.
Gary Johnson
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I'm no hardened criminal who the authorities need to hunt.
Vijay Mallya
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I love musicals; I love the ballet, opera, the circus. It's all performance to me.
Ian Mckellen
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Nobody in America, in the modern generation, has read their mythology or legends.
Kenneth Anger
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I don't want to be that parent that puts my kids into what I think they should be in, you know what I mean?
Chris Daughtry
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It is always easier to fight for one's principles than to live up to them.
Alfred Adler
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When greeting Pope Benedict a few years ago, I was meant to kiss the papal ring but I head-butted his hand instead. He just laughed at me.
Ronan Keating
Boyzone
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Nantucket is a place where some kind of magic happens, it's where I met my husband 32 years ago, and we've been together since the day we met. It's the kind of place that when people come here, they think they'll be happy. I see people falling in love or recovering from some conflict here, and I wanted to capture that.
Nancy Thayer
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No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twistWolfs-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’dBy nightshade.
John Keats