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
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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
Most simply but profoundly, I chose to live an honest life, which I think as a gay person is not a given.
Ira Sachs
I'm what you call a satisfied single. I don't want to give any trip reports when I come home.
Loni Love
My phone felt like it weighed ten pounds in my hands, and I almost fell asleep, but then I realized I’d been neglecting Facebook...
Hank Green
My father died when I was 7. I was his favorite child, and he was my beloved father. I brought him along with me all through my life. Every elderly man has a bit of my father in him for me.
P. L. Travers
I want work that, possessing as thin a membrane as possible between life and art, foregrounds the question of how the writer solves being alive.
David Shields
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
