Wilfred Owen Quotes
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
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When I was pregnant, I had the romantic idea that after the baby was born I would not only take up reading in earnest again, but also write a novel while my daughter slept in her Moses basket. Of course, I barely had time to keep up with my magazines until she started sleeping properly.
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My house looks like it was decorated by a 14-year old with a platinum American Express card.
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The thing that reinforces my belief about that is having worked the last four years with the Safe Kids Campaign on a national basis. I am so amazed at what these little kids do in keeping their parents alerted to what they are there for.
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Disciples be damned. It's not interesting. It's only the masters that matter. Those who create.
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I'm not into nostalgia, and I only look back to find lessons.
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I'm trying to be a singer, not a civil rights leader.
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I think the Democrats are catering to them, but, you know, in the entire history of the United States of America, there has never been a judge who has been refused a vote when there was a majority of Senators willing to vote for his confirmation, never in history.
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Sometimes when you're making more errors you want to pull back, but I just need to keep going forward.
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It is not enough for me to ask question; I want to know how to answer the one question that seems to encompass everything I face: What am I here for?
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I liked the people at Brown, while I really disliked most of the fellow students I had met at Northwestern.
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One of the problems with putting Huck Finn into a movie or on the stage is, you always make the white people stupid and racist. The point is, they don't know they're racist.
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Passion is in all great searches and is necessary to all creative endeavors.
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My perspective comes in part from being a New York black lady, in part from being an engineer. I know I'm smart and have opinions worth being heard.
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I've always tried to stay out of the fray and not be an object of controversy.
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Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.
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I didn't even respect singers until I heard Ray Charles, Frank Sinatra and Louis Armstrong.
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My goal has been to encourage jointness, to push people to think of affiliations rather than to operate as solo entrepreneurs.
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But no nation can base its survival and development on luck and prayers alone while its leadership fritters away every available opportunity for success and concrete achievement.
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I want Infosys to be a company which is globally respected and in where people belonging to different nationalities, races and religious beliefs will work with intense competition but utmost courtesy, dignity and co-operation in adding greater value to our stakeholders day after day.
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I never drink water. I'm afraid it will become habit-forming.
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Whether you're a programmer or a seamstress, it's all about new techniques, simplifying old techniques, and consolidating steps. Making things go faster - but not worse.
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Our common language is English. And our common task is to ensure that our non-English-speaking children learn this common language.
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If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,-- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
