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
I do have some viewers who know where I live, and they'll stand outside.
Zoe Sugg
My kids miss me when I'm away, but I don't mind living out of a suitcase. The U.K., U.S., France, Germany, Iraq... it's such a thrill meeting people of different cultures, learning about and from them. It's changed my perception about life, humanity and spirituality.
A. R. Rahman
On every film, there are producers all over the place, and everyone's got to have an opinion. I think the screenplay is a beautiful form with great potential, but the environment around it is awful for a writer.
Sam Shepard
I'm a theological writer mistaken for a political writer. My theme is grace versus karma.
Luis Alberto Urrea
The chap that endures hard knocks like a man enjoys a soft time later on.
Plautus
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