Thomas Hood Quotes
Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
Thomas Hood
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Michael Jackson has a very good heart. He was crying when he was giving me the award, 'cause his mind went back over the early days.
James Brown
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It was bad on Linda. She had to deal with this guy who didn't want to get out of bed and, if he did, wanted to go back to bed pretty soon after. He wanted to drink earlier and earlier each day and didn't really see the point in shaving. I was generally pretty morbid.
Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney and Wings
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If this ever changing world in which we live in makes you give in and cry, say live and let die.
Paul McCartney
The Beatles
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I've never even been to bed with a man. Never. That's how pure I am; I have nothing to be ashamed of. My gods made me the way I am.
Isabel Vargas Lizano
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Is there anything more true than human pain? Is there anything more sincere than the cry for help from those who suffer? Only a great wave of mankind's pity can surmount an immense wave of human misery?
Ignacy Jan Paderewski
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If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.
Louis Sachar
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It is a terrible commentary on Christian civilization that the longest period of slave-raiding known to history was initiated by the action of Spain, Portugal, France, Holland and Britain, after the Christian faith had for more than a thousand years been the established religion of Europe.
Herbert Albert Laurens Fisher
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If we don't risk it all, we may as well not write at all.
Anne Stuart
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One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation.
Victor Hugo
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Peace to these little broken leaves, That strew our common ground; That chase their tails, like silly dogs, As they go round and round. For though in winter boughs are bare, Let us not once forget Their summer glory, when these leaves Caught the great Sun in their strong net; And made him, in the lower air, Tremble - no bigger than a star!
W. H. Davies
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Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
Thomas Hood