William Butler Yeats Quotes
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
William Butler Yeats
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I remember the moon landings, and Apollo was the paradigm by which all progress was measured at that time. And I knew that creating a true space-faring civilization was both possible and practical. What I failed to realize was that the effort would fail due to bureaucratic inertia and political apathy.
Karl Schroeder
The collusion of big business, big labor, and big government threaten the spirit of small business that makes America great.
Foster Friess
The tragedy of all of this is that it happened to me and it shouldn't have happened. It ruined my life and my career. That's the tragedy of this.
Rafael Palmeiro
There is no greater power in Heaven or on Earth than pure, unconditional love. The nature of the God force, the unseen intelligence in all things, which causes the material world and is the center of both the spiritual and physical plane, is best described as pure, unconditional love.
Wayne Dyer
A leader is admired, a boss is feared.
Vicente del Bosque
It was all devastating. I'd never dealt with losing anyone close to me, and I didn't know where to put it in my life. I was very young then. Buddy taught me so much in such a short time.
Waylon Jennings
If I upset some notions and went against established rules, that wasn't part of what I wanted to do. It wasn't my goal.
Brigitte Bardot
Open your heart.Tear it apart.
Becky Stark
'Come on boy, get up.'
Quentin Tarantino
But, as it is, this pied collectionbegs your indulgence - it's been spunfrom threads both sad and humoristic,themes popular or idealistic,products of carefree hours, of fun,of sleeplessness, faint inspirations,of powers unripe, or on the wane,of reason's icy intimations,and records of a heart in pain.
Alexander Pushkin
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest.
William Butler Yeats