Thomas Hood Quotes
Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
Thomas Hood
Quotes to Explore
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How do people move on after they've lost the love of their life? It's a really interesting thing to look at. It happens to people every day: you see people... even in the worst, most war-torn places, people get up and continue with their lives. And it's a fascinating thing about human nature. That ability to just continue on.
Caitriona Balfe
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Our guiding principle was that design is neither an intellectual nor a material affair, but simply an integral part of the stuff of life, necessary for everyone in a civilized society.
Walter Gropius
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The story of civilization is, in a sense, the story of engineering - that long and arduous struggle to make the forces of nature work for man's good.
L. Sprague de Camp
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I'm somewhat of a perfectionist, I think, and I strive for perfection.
Sam Claflin
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I went to church when I was younger, but it was never something pushed down my throat or anything, which is a good thing. I found out for myself where I belonged.
A.J. Styles
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A house divided against itself cannot stand.
Abraham Lincoln
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If I were related to Monet, I don't know if I would be comfortable becoming an artist because it's too much, the comparison. If I wrote a book and put it out, the comparison to my great-grandfather, the comparison would be hilarious. Every critic, it would be their dream, they'd tear me apart.
Dree Hemingway
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Family holidays and weekends are really brightly colored memories, full of my mother and father, rather than our nannies and au pairs.
Olivia Williams
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The sweet converse of an innocent mind.
John Keats
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My own accumulation of influences is actually what made me a writer in the first place.
Andrew Sean Greer
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It's always a challenge to shoot a period film and not have it look like you hit the tea stain button in post.
Rachel Morrison
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Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
Thomas Hood