Helen Hunt Quotes
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast.
Helen Hunt
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The day of the absolute is over, and we're in for the strange gods once more.
D. H. Lawrence
I have to say I wasn't a huge fan of 'Star Wars', and I'm still not, really, but you have to acknowledge that there's a huge fan base for it, and these people are really sweet. You can't stereotype a 'Star Wars' fan.
Ralph Brown
The Enron scandal is worthy of the highest level of scrutiny, both because of the enormity of the crimes that may have been committed and because of what the largest bankruptcy in American history has already begun to reveal about the weaknesses in our nation's corporate structures and regulatory oversight.
Adam Cohen
We, the women of the Senate, with President Obama by our side, will keep fighting - our shoulders square, our lipstick on - because you deserve equal pay for your hard work.
Barbara Mikulski
Uncertainty doesn't make life worth living, quite, but it does make striving and gambling worth attempting.
Walter Kirn
I like the timeframe involved in being an actor.
Karl Urban
Falsehoods which we spurn to-dayWere the truths of long ago.
John Greenleaf Whittier
The habit of calling a finished product a Design is convenient but wrong. Design is what you do, not what you've done.
L. Bruce Archer
Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.
Homer
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.
Lois McMaster
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast.
Helen Hunt