William Butler Yeats Quotes
Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.
William Butler Yeats
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In those years of the Fifties, in London and New York, I lived, without knowing it, in a time when the profoundest changes were happening: when a radical alteration was getting ready to happen in the way a society saw young girls. And, as a consequence, in the way they saw themselves.
Eavan Boland
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If I get involved in a charity, I really want to be a part of it. I don't want to just put my name on your pamphlet.
Nancy Lopez
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If you think about it, you can have the best CGI, but you can always tell that it is CGI. Your brain can spot that is not real even though you think it looks cool. Your brain knows the truth, so you don't jump and you don't scream. It was very important for me to expose the audience to real elements.
Fede Alvarez
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'First Family' on the CW is about the president and his family living in the White House.
Yara Shahidi
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You have to love what you do to want to do it everyday.
Aaliyah
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Boys are like puppies, but the thing I find terrifying is how do you steer them?
Talulah Riley
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The strong man is the one who is able to intercept at will the communication between the senses and the mind.
Napoleon Bonaparte
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I hate downtime.
Sam Worthington
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I grew up in a farm town in Indiana. In the early years I played by myself, because there were no other musicians around.
Gary Burton
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So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, 'The good outnumber you, and we always will.'
Patton Oswalt
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Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know," Harry told Ron as they crossed the lawn. "Yeah, I've seen those things they think are gnomes," said Ron, bent double with his head in a peony bush, "like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods.
Joanne Rowling
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Locke sank into a swoon; The Garden died; God took the spinning-jenny Out of his side.
William Butler Yeats