George Eliot Quotes
With thy coming Melody was come. This was thy lot, to feel, create, bestow, And that immeasurable life to know From which the fleshly self falls shrivelled, dead, A seed primeval that has forests bred.
George Eliot
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It was just such a demeaning thing to do, being in silent movies. They'd call you up and tell you, 'Hey, jump off this building!' and they'd give you a hundred bucks, and you'd do it.
Parker Posey
Criticism in the universities, I'll have to admit, has entered a phase where I am totally out of sympathy with 95% of what goes on. It's Stalinism without Stalin.
Harold Bloom
No decent career was ever founded on a public.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
We shouldn't teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.
B. F. Skinner
Richard Lester is a wonderful director, a great comedy director, of course.
Malcolm McDowell
While Muslim men describe themselves as insecure in their harems, real or imagined, Westerners describe themselves as self-assured heroes with no fears of women. The tragic dimension so present in Muslim harems - fear of women and male self-doubt - is missing in the Western harem.
Fatema Mernissi
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Dick Williams
I ask you to remember that the Japanese troops are a strictly disciplined force and perform their duties with as little harmfulness as possible.
Sadao Araki
It's only arrogance if you're wrong.
Simone de Beauvoir
Life is short and the older you get, the more you feel it. Indeed, the shorter it is.
Viggo Mortensen
It's weird when you get roles that coincide with your life.
Lily James
With thy coming Melody was come. This was thy lot, to feel, create, bestow, And that immeasurable life to know From which the fleshly self falls shrivelled, dead, A seed primeval that has forests bred.
George Eliot