John Milton Quotes
I walk unseenOn the dry smooth-shaven green,To behold the wandering moon,Riding near her highest noon,Like one that had been led astrayThrough the heav'n's wide pathless way,And oft, as if her head she bowed,Stooping through a fleecy cloud.John Milton
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When I was about four, people used to walk up to my mom and say I should be in commercials.
Zachary Gordon -
Corruption is in society and in every strata of society.
Kapil Sibal -
The problem is not simply that the Singularity represents the passing of humankind from center stage, but that it contradicts our most deeply held notions of being.
Vernor Vinge -
I like it when somebody tells me a story, and I actually really feel that that's becoming like a lost art in American cinema.
Quentin Tarantino -
Environmental pollution is an incurable disease. It can only be prevented.
Barry Commoner -
Being Jewish is a big part of my artistic sensibility and my humor... I think it gives me a certain take on the world on a literary level.
Adam Mansbach
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I didn't know what it was not to work hard as I grew up.
Pat Nixon -
Carrie-Anne Moss is awesome. I am just going to put that out there.
Yvonne Strahovski -
Remember how small the world was before I came along? I brought it all to life: I moved the whole world onto a 20-foot screen.
D. W. Griffith -
I kept on trying to use so many media and ideas in my work because our horizon is so vast and Indian culture is so rich that I think what we are today, culturally, we have a unique position and I don't think one lifetime is enough to encompass it.
M. F. Husain -
Cue actor platitude, but I've been very fortunate and worked pretty consistently and have felt rather annoyingly grateful that I got to do what I got to do.
Jack Davenport -
With TV, the pace is so fast, the scripts are coming at you, the directors are firing things at you, it's breathtaking.
Taraji P. Henson
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I grew up when people seemed actually to be hurting themselves for their art. Of course, some of it was phony.
Barry Hannah -
Jazz is the art of thinking out loud.
Barbara Januszkiewicz -
I know what I can do so it doesn't bother me what other people think or their opinion on the situation.
Usain Bolt -
If I were to leave the U.S., I'd live in England. But I'd never leave the U.S. I own a 400-acre farm in Macon, Georgia. I raise cattle and hogs. I own horses, too. I love horses as much as singing. I like to hunt on horseback.
Otis Redding -
What is the benefit of fasting in our body while filling our souls with innumerable evils? He who does not play at dice, but spends his leisure otherwise, what nonsense does he not utter? What absurdities does he not listen to? Leisure without the fear of God is, for those who do not know how to use time, the teacher of wickedness.
Saint Basil -
I feel like I'm one of the many working mothers. And I only have one child. I know working mums who have three or four. It's definitely a challenge but it's a wonderful challenge to be able to do both.
Rachel Weisz
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I love antique architecture, so if I have any indulgences, I have owned and renovated and reconstructed a lot of old houses.
Daryl Franklin Hohl -
I never really liked the lyrics or the sameness of the music. It always seemed to have the same rhythm or whatever. But when it turned a little more rock, I kind of liked it. I like what Kid Rock did to country. I like all the modern, new stuff that's coming out, and it just so happens that my boyfriend is not a country player, but he was a rock musician.
P. J. Soles -
I can tell you, all the intelligence services in the world were running my name through their databases to see did anyone by this name come in the country? When? Do we know anything about it? Where did she stay? Who did she see?
Valerie Plame -
The autumn comes, a maiden fair In slenderness and grace, With nodding rice-stems in her hair And lilies in her face. In flowers of grasses she is clad; And as she moves along, Birds greet her with their cooing glad Like bracelets' tinkling song.
Kalidasa -
I walk unseenOn the dry smooth-shaven green,To behold the wandering moon,Riding near her highest noon,Like one that had been led astrayThrough the heav'n's wide pathless way,And oft, as if her head she bowed,Stooping through a fleecy cloud.
John Milton