William Butler Yeats Quotes
A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.
William Butler Yeats
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Irish novelist John Banville has a creepy, introverted imagination.
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You learnt that, whatever you are doing in life, obstacles don't matter very much. Pain or other circumstances can be there, but if you want to do a job bad enough, you'll find a way to get it done.
Jack Youngblood
I've got a 12-year-old grandson who, when he was 3 years old, before he could say many other words, could name the different kinds of dinosaurs.
Walter Cronkite
Skating is tough to pick up when you are a grown up.
D. B. Sweeney
It was really impossible to break through in Russia. We couldn't buy any balls. We really didn't have any courts, no rackets, nothing. And no people to practice with.
Marat Safin
I was the youngest and on my own a lot. I think this probably taught me independence and how to be okay with my own company. Also, it meant I read a lot.
Zoe Foster Blake
American cities are not scaled to the energy diet of the future. They have become too large. They're over-scaled.
James Howard Kunstler
Given the huge engineering and other challenges, much of the reconstruction would have to be done by private companies ... there is no government capacity for doing such things.
Alan Brinkley
I … started out to become a jazz pianist; in the meantime I started singing and I sang the way I felt and that's just the way it came out.
Nat King Cole
The pursuit of excellence is less profitable than the pursuit of bigness, but it can be more satisfying.
David Ogilvy
God creates everything out of nothing. And everything which God is to use, he first reduces to nothing.
Soren Kierkegaard
A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.
William Butler Yeats
