John Keats Quotes
But strength alone though of the Muses bornIs like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchresDelight it; for it feeds upon the burrs,And thorns of life; forgetting the great endOf poesy, that it should be a friendTo sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.
John Keats
Quotes to Explore
If a child plays sport early in childhood, and doesn't give it up, he will play sport for the rest of his life. And if children have a connection with, and are involved in the preparation of, the food they eat, then it will be normal for them to cook these kind of meals, and they will go on cooking them for the rest of their lives.
Ferran Adria
I take the theater seriously in that I loathe it, I'm bored by it.
Fiona Shaw
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I think I started to have thoughts to really want to be serious about my work when I was about twenty-five, and I just kind of started to look into that direction and moved into it.
Maggie Cheung
The season of failure is the best time for sowing the seeds of success.
Paramahansa Yogananda
No state can match the beauty of the Chesapeake Bay, our beaches and farms, or the mountains of Western Maryland, the Port of Baltimore, or the historic charm of every corner of our state.
Larry Hogan
I'm a pacifist by nature.
Rafael Correa
Every generation comes with a unique athlete, I don't think anybody wants to be the next Nadia; they want to be themselves.
Nadia Comaneci
Food is so heavily connected to memory.
Alexandra Guarnaschelli
There's only so much I can do to effect change - and really, the thing that I can do that's most effective is to work and to do good work. That, I feel, is speaking out in its own way.
John Cho
I am my parents' daughter, and I always want to be. But I first wanted to make sure that I was standing on my own two feet.
Lily Rabe
But strength alone though of the Muses bornIs like a fallen angel: trees uptorn,Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchresDelight it; for it feeds upon the burrs,And thorns of life; forgetting the great endOf poesy, that it should be a friendTo sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of man.
John Keats