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
I think anyone who wants to live past 100 can do it.
David H. Murdock
I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps.
Benito Perez Galdos
I think I need a little break. I've got a two-year old. I'll be part of The Leisure Class for a while.
Lauren Ambrose
This is my journey. If I fall, I have to pick myself up. If I'm not getting the playing time I want, it's up to me to figure out why.
Carli Lloyd
I had my first girlfriend at 15. Life was difficult then.
Coco Martin
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