R. S. Thomas Quotes
You cannot find the centre Where we dance , where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower , Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven .
R. S. Thomas
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I feel I'm a strange mixture of insecurity and strength. Most of us, probably most people. I'm transferring that same concept to the people I photograph.
Sally Mann
If we want to create a viable, peaceful world, we've got to integrate compassion into the gritty realities of 21st century life.
Karen Armstrong
I'm the most optimistic guy about VR out there. I have crazy visions of what we'll be doing in the future.
Palmer Luckey
I like to think I'll just be walking down the street one day and stop and meet someone, like, 'Oh my God, you're awesome,' and then we start dating.
Laura Prepon
Our plans for 'Superman?' I can't say. This is the most super secret thing ever. It's like working for the government, like I'm on a covert mission.
Zack Snyder
A movie and a stage show are two entirely different things. A picture, you can do anything you want. Change it, cut out a scene, put in a scene, take a scene out. They don't do that on stage.
Cab Calloway
There is hopeful symbolism in the fact that flags do not wave in a vacuum.
Arthur C. Clarke
When I put Foster The People together, I just wanted to play music with friends.
Mark Foster
Foster the People
Show me a character whose life arouses my curiosity, and my flesh begins crawling with suspense.
Fawn M. Brodie
The light of love flows out of my soul, but it can go nowhere because it’s blocked by pain. I could inhale and exhale every morning for the rest of my life, but that wouldn’t solve anything.
Paulo Coelho
Whoever sincerely believes that elevated and distant goals are as little use to man as a cow, that 'all of our problems' come from such goals, is left to eat, drink, sleep, or, when he gets sick of that, to run up to a chest and smash his forehead on its corner.
Anton Chekhov
You cannot find the centre Where we dance , where we play, Where life is still asleep Under the closed flower , Under the smooth shell Of eggs in the cupped nest That mock the faded blue Of your remoter heaven .
R. S. Thomas
