William Blake Quotes
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
William Blake
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Umberto Eco
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Amy Poehler
INXS never had that groupie thing. No, no we really never did. Not in a sexual way - well, alright, then, maybe years ago. I've done a few stupid things in my time, but you've got to have respect for yourself, otherwise you end up getting used
Michael Hutchence
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Clothes and manners do not make the...
Arthur Ashe
When aristocrats pretend they're common people -- they get common!
August Strindberg
I mean, the men in Hollywood event is every day - it's called Hollywood.
Jennifer Garner
What I know for sure is this: You are built not to shrink down to less, but to blossom into more. To be more extraordinary. To use every moment to fill yourself up.
Oprah Winfrey
Love is very similar to torture or a surgical operation. Even if the two lovers are very much in love and culminating in mutual desires, one of the two will always be fuller than the other. This one is the operator, the butcher; the other, subjected, the victim.
Charles Baudelaire
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
William Blake
