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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Bluebell,” she said, remembering from Erotique. “Pretty name.” “I call Dmitri Dark Overlord.” “Shae,” Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. “Now, pretty Bluebell” another languid stroke across her skin “tell the Overlord what you discovered.
Nalini Singh
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Love and hate are two of the strongest emotions we feel in relationships.
Amanda Ava Koci
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He got off to a tough start. And having that big contract, pitching at home, can sometimes weigh on you. I don't think he'd admit that, but you really want to start things right, especially being back home, with a new team. And that didn't happen for him.
Bob Melvin
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A kiss with the right person simply can't be compared to the drudgery of sleeping with the wrong one over and over.
Carolyn Crane
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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