Thomas Hood Quotes
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Thomas Hood
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I think people overplay the 'Saturday Night Live' schedule. I mean, yeah, it can be some late hours. But the late hours are usually only one or two nights out of the week. You might have a crazy six-day week, but you'll work three weeks, and then you get a week off work. I'd take most jobs if it was hard work and then I got a week off.
Hannibal Buress
Last night, two men tried to force my shutters. I recognized them: they are two of Rodin's Italian models. He told them to kill me. I am in his way; he wants to get rid of me.
Camille Claudel
The first two years I was on 'MADtv' were really, really fun. We always thought it was 'Saturday Night Live's very nice, slightly asthmatic, shorter cousin.
Ike Barinholtz
Argentina has the best bird shooting in the world.
W. E. B. Griffin
What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.
Wade Davis
My father ran a corner drug store where he worked night and day, seven days a week, until he died of a stroke. He literally worked himself to death.
R. T. Rybak
Pinocchio, spurred on by the hope of finding his father and of being in time to save him, swam all night long.
Carlo Collodi
You know it's funny that none of the regular late-night shows now use guest hosts the way Johnny did. No one talks about it much, but it's curious that they don't do it. They would each have to be asked the reason why they don't.
Garry Shandling
I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn't crouch over one like a snow leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers.
D. H. Lawrence
Never say goodbye, You say tomorrow's another day, All I know is we're here today. I've got nightmares I could never share with you, The kind that keeps me up all night. So hold me tight till the room is light And tell me that it's all right.
Yoko Ono
Once someone gave me a book of the Christians. I asked him to read it to me. It talked about nothing but sin. Sin is the only thing one hears at your Brahmo Samaj too... He who says day and night, ‘I am a sinner, I am a sinner’, verily becomes a sinner... Why should one only talk about sin and hell, and such things?
Ramakrishna
Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide,Voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time.The night is my companion, and solitude my guide.Would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?And I would be the oneTo hold you down,Kiss you so hardI'll take your breath away.And after, I'd wipe away the tears,Just close your eyes dear.
Sarah McLachlan
In the heart of the night, when it's dark in the lightsI heard the loudest noise, a gunshot on the floorI looked down and my shirt's turning redI'm spinning around
Backstreet Boys
I do not believe that there was ever a question of being abstract or representational. It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing, and stretching one's arms again transcendental experiences became possible.
Mark Rothko
If you stop and think about it, nearly all great humor is at the expense of someone or something.
Alan King
I want to create situations that give people something to think about.
Charlie Kaufman
Nothing is better than peace, by which all warfare of heavenly and earthly foes is brought to naught.
Ignatius of Antioch
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Thomas Hood
