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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The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
Oscar Wilde
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We need to develop a sense of sufficiency to be happy.
Satish Kumar
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I didn't act in Israel, but I wrote plays at home and acted in plays at school. I tried to get an agent when I was 12, but they told me that I had too much of an accent.
Odeya Rush
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For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Happiness is the secret of beauty. But who knows the secret of happiness? The wise woman keeps her cosmetics at hand.
Coco Chanel
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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
