Robert W. Service Quotes
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.
Robert W. Service
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I was real into Devo, Pavement, Captain Beefheart, and the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion.
Patrick Carney
The Black Keys
I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I'd like to be.
E. M. Forster
Being a pop star is something I don't think I'm very good at. I'm worried it's making me too paranoid, because all of a sudden, life has become this constant assessment. When you put something out there and people get to hear it, then those people react to it, socially, culturally.
Laura Mvula
The laws of morals and the laws of music are the same.
Zoltan Kodaly
Poetry seems to sink into us the way prose doesn't. I can still quote verses I learned when I was very young, but I have trouble remembering one line of a novel I just finished reading.
Jack Prelutsky
We women are going to bring change. We are speaking up for girls' rights, but we must not behave like men, like they have done in the past.
Malala Yousafzai
I am not a person who pursues luxury. I am not like those people who, once they have money, compulsively squander it or show it off.
Wang Jianlin
Asanas penetrate deep into each layer of the body and ultimately into the consciousness itself.
Bellur Krishnamachar Sundararaja Iyengar
If a man had begun to hate an object of his love, so that love is thoroughly destroyed, he will, causes being equal, regard it with more hatred than if he had never loved it, and his hatred will be in proportion to the strength of his former love.
Baruch Spinoza
Wouldst have the princely spirit bowed? Whisper only, speak not loud, Mark and leave him in the crowd.Thou need'st not spies nor jailers have; The free will serve thee like the slave, Coward shrinking from the brave.
Margaret Fuller
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest.
Robert W. Service