Ezra Pound Quotes
The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
Quotes to Explore
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Back then I said to myself 'screw football.' Actually I just took part in this camp as there was nothing better for me to do. They also didn't draft me because they thought I was too wild and undisciplined.
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There have been numerous tips and numerous people offering advice. I appreciate it because it all comes with good feelings from the heart. But some of it we'll apply, and some things we won't.
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When you spend a lot of money on one player, you want him to prove himself, but the way football works, one day you can be good, the next you can be bad, and the next after that, you can be very bad. I have come to Manchester City to work very hard and to help my friends make Manchester City great.
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If it is indeed impossible - or at least very difficult - to inhabit the consciousness of an animal, then in writing about animals there is a temptation to project upon them feelings and thoughts that may belong only to our own human mind and heart.
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My dad is a football guy, not a music guy. He didn't totally understand when I decided to be a musician.
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Love grounds you. It orients you. Love brings your awareness to others and yourself. Love opens your mind and heart to others and yourself. Love settles you and gives you balance.
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I still feel like I've got a lot of great football in front of me and the way that I've taken care of myself better the last few years. I think is going to put me in position to be able to play really well late in my 30s and even in my early 40s, possibly, if they'd like to keep me around that long and I can still play a little bit.
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There can be a fundamental gulf of gracelessness in a human heart which neither our love nor our courage can bridge.
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The Lord opened the understanding of my unbelieving heart, so that I should recall my sins.
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A liberal education is at the heart of a civil society, and at the heart of a liberal education is the act of teaching.
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Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.
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The Seventh Seal is one of the few films really close to my heart. Actually, I don't know why. It's certainly far from perfect. I had to contend with all sorts of madness, and one can detect here and there the speed with which it was made. But I find it even, strong, and vital.
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Everybody's at war with different things… I'm at war with my own heart sometimes.
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In the heart of the night, when it's dark in the lightsI heard the loudest noise, a gunshot on the floorI looked down and my shirt's turning redI'm spinning around
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When you get into these NFL rushers - the power, the speed, the bull rush, and all those kind of things - it's just different than college football.
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You have to slow your heart rate, stay calm. You have to shoot in between your heartbeats.
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Shakespeare - I was very influenced - still am - by Shakespeare. I couldn't believe that a white man in the 16th century could so know my heart.
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Ministers should not pray so loud, and long, as to exhaust the strength. It is not necessary to weary the throat and lungs in prayer. God's ear is ever open to hear the heart-felt petitions of his humble servants, and he does not require them to wear out the organs of speech in addressing him.
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I hope I can become a good enough filmmaker where I can take a script that I'm not 'heart and soul' into, but I could still make something really great out of it.
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I think Mick Jagger would be astounded and amazed if he realized that to many people he is not a sex symbol, but a mother image.
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I don't think I'll ever feel as famous or as popular as I felt when I was a 17-year-old soccer player in Modle. Only about 20,000 people live there and 12,000 of them come to every game. Running onto the pitch each week was just the most fantastic feeling. Nothing can beat that.
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If the words are strange and the melodies are even more strange, I don’t care because I’m listening to my instincts.
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The rustling of the silk is discontinued, Dust drifts over the courtyard, There is not sound of footfall, and the leaves Scurry into heaps and lie still, And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them: A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
