William Butler Yeats Quotes
We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.
William Butler Yeats
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The whole of society is like a cabbage-stalk covered with caterpillars, and none is satisfied till it has crawled to the top.
Sabine Baring-Gould
I had written in another draft a completely different kind of fight, but they said they couldn't afford to shoot it. They needed a fight scene, though, so I was told to put a fight scene in, but not the one I had written.
Dana Carvey
'Wicked' gave us a story that 'The Wizard of Oz' did not. Two sides to every story.
Abbi Glines
What I'm very concerned about is how do we bolster our self-awareness as humans, as biological organisms?
Mae Jemison
And if you take the cameras out of the courtroom, then you hide, I think, a certain measure of truth from the public, and I think that's very important for the American public to know.
Lance Ito
When I pick my subcommittee chairmen, I look for people that understand what it's like to run successful businesses, who know what it's like to sign the front of the check instead of the back of the check: somebody that gets it.
Sam Graves
A lot of people asked me if it was frustrating not having a clear specific diagnosis, but I didn't mind, I just chose the most optimistic diagnosis.
Karen Duffy
Empty yourself of everything.
Let the mind become still.
The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return.
They grow and flourish and then return to the source.
Returning to the source is stillness, which is the way of nature.
Lao Tzu
After much soul searching I was able to renounce my past Islamist ideology, challenging everything I was once prepared to die for.
Maajid Nawaz
Fourth, lucky people have a special ability to turn bad luck into good fortune. Of all four defining factors involved in luck, Wiseman believes this one plays the most important role in survival.
Ben Sherwood
We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.
William Butler Yeats