William Butler Yeats Quotes
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
William Butler Yeats
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One thing I want to make clear, as far as my own rebirth is concerned, the final authority is myself and no one else, and obviously not China's Communists.
Dalai Lama
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I figure the faster I pedal, the faster I can retire.
Lance Armstrong
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When I was twelve, I started reading Eudora Welty, Thomas Wolfe, Flannery O'Connor, James Agee, and - do we dare breathe the name - William Faulkner.
Frances Mayes
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I didn't dictate sections of 'Visions of Cody.' I typed up a segment of taped conversation with Neal Cassady, or Cody, talking about his early adventures in L.A.
Jack Kerouac
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I did every job under the sun from bartending to ushering to temping.
Natalie Dormer
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I can clearly trace my passion for reading back to the Jonesboro, Georgia, library, where for the first time in my life I had access to what seemed like an unlimited supply of books. This was where I discovered 'Encyclopedia Brown' and 'Nancy Drew,' 'Gone With the Wind' and 'Rebecca.' This was where I became inspired to be a writer.
Karin Slaughter
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I was interested in virtual reality for several years even before working at USC, it wasn't an interest that started there at all. In fact, when I started working at USC, I already had prototypes of the Rift that were very similar to the final design.
Palmer Luckey
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I've always considered myself smarter than everyone around me, and sometimes, believe me, I've been ashamed of it. At the least, all my life I've looked away and never could look people straight in the eye.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Before 'Lucky Louie,' nobody would ever cast me to play a mom or a wife; nobody ever saw me in that role, which is weird, since that's who I really am.
Pamela Adlon
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Life is too short to drink bad wine.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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And when you sigh from kiss to kiss
I hear white Beauty sighing, too,
For hours when all must fade like dew.
William Butler Yeats