William Blake Quotes
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
William Blake
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No observational problem will not be solved by more data.
Vera Rubin
For me, the most indispensable tool for wrapping presents is a wife.
W. Bruce Cameron
I learned music from a book on piano theory. I was only interested in knowing about chords. From that, and from the 'Harvard Dictionary of Music,' I learned everything I wanted to know.
Walter Becker
China Crisis
The Pre-Raphaelites, while very bothered by what the establishment thought of them, also utterly rebelled against it. In everything - social, sexual, emotional - they were out on a limb, pushing the boundaries.
Samuel Barnett
If one watches whence the notion āIā arises, the mind gets absorbed there; that is tapas. When a mantra is repeated, if one watches whence that mantra sound arises, the mind gets absorbed there; that is tapas.
Ramana Maharshi
Come on, come onDon't leave me like this.I thought I had you figured out.Something's gone terribly wrong,You're all I wanted.Come on, come onDon't leave me like this.I thought I had you figured out.Can't breathe whenever your gone,Can't turn backNow I'm haunted.
Taylor Swift
Frankly, reviews are mostly for people who still read.Like most of the written word, it isgoing the way of the dinosaur.
Bruce Willis
Flat fields produce mediocre grapes, but rolling hills produce the greatest grapes. Why? Because the vines must struggle for survival.
Billy Cannon
Yes, there will be challenges, and things will blow up in your face, but learning experiences are different from wasting your life pushing a boulder up a hill.
Jen Sincero
I've had cancer four times. But you know, God has blessed me, and I feel so honored and so privileged in the blessings of life.
Jon Huntsman, Sr.
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.
William Blake