Sara Teasdale Quotes
Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again.
Sara Teasdale
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If men were basically evil, who would bother to improve the world instead of giving it up as a bad job at the outset?
Van Wyck Brooks
When death comes, it is not enough to have been charitable; and it is not right to touch the body or lay it out for a couple of hours; for the soul should be given time to fight for itself, and to go up to judgment.
Lady Gregory
War, I have always said, forces men to change their standards, regardless of whether their country has won or lost.
Salvatore Quasimodo
As the war on terror continues, Americans must honor the brave men and women who gave their lives for the protection of this nation and the hope of peace.
Dan Lipinski
In the book of Gaga, fame is in your heart, fame is there to comfort you, to bring you self-confidence and worth whenever you need it.
Lady Gaga
I am now the most miserable man living. If what I feel were equally distributed to the whole human family, there would not be one cheerful face on the earth. Whether I shall ever be better I can not tell; I awfully forebode I shall not. To remain as I am is impossible; I must die or be better, it appears to me.
Abraham Lincoln
I have certain physical features that I favor over others. We all have our areas.
Christina Aguilera
An island-farm - broad seas of corn Stirred by the wandering breath of morn - The happy spot where I was born.
Lewis Carroll
As an ambiguously non-white actor, I've been able to play light-skinned African American guys, Latinos, and I don't think that I've ever had to play some kind of ethnic stereotype or something that was typed specifically for a person of color.
Daniel Sunjata
You're very aware in the theater by the response you get, but not so much on television, obviously.
Kevin Whately
For most men, time moves slowly, oh so slowly, they don't even realize it. But time has revealed itself to me in a very special way. Time is a rushing, howling wind that rages past me, withering me in a single, relentless blast, and then continues on. I've been sitting here passively, submissive to its rage, watching its work. Listen! Time, howling, withering!
Barnabas
Until I lose my soul and lie Blind to the beauty of the earth, Deaf though shouting wind goes by, Dumb in a storm of mirth; Until my heart is quenched at length And I have left the land of men, Oh, let me love with all my strength Careless if I am loved again.
Sara Teasdale