William Butler Yeats Quotes
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with metry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
William Butler Yeats
Quotes to Explore
To the uneducated, an A is just three sticks.
A. A. Milne
I make no claim to being a business genius. You can make so much money in this business that it loses its value.
Nat King Cole
One of the things I learned as a young semiotics nerd was that if you have plot moving forward, no matter how banal the facts of it, simply the fact that the plot is rolling forward makes you wonder what's going to happen next, which creates suspense. So you can control peoples' attention simply by having things move forward in a story.
Ira Glass
You do have to continue, as you grow as a human, checking in and going, 'Is this what I want? Am I giving away things that I don't want? Who am I and what do I want to keep doing?'
Mae Whitman
I don't have to get married myself in order to campaign on behalf of gay marriage.
Edmund White
I start a lot of things and purposely leave them unfinished. When I have a bunch of really long emails, and I need time to think about the response, I'll actually start replying, leave them as drafts, and move onto something else mid-sentence.
Adam Grant
O madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked!
William Shakespeare
When people don't know what you are, you get your heart broken daily.
Rashida Jones
A hundred times I have thought: New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times: it is a beautiful catastrophe.
Le Corbusier
I would love to produce a film. I have written a script and am in the process of writing another, so maybe it will happen down the road. I would love to do a film in Africa.
Judi Shekoni
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars with metry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given the waves their melody, And made my lips and music wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
William Butler Yeats