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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In one of my recent books, 'The Success Principles,' I taught 64 lessons that help people achieve what they want out of life. From taking nothing less than 100 percent responsibility for your life to empowering others, these are the fundamentals to success - and to great leadership.
Jack Canfield
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I mean *sigh* Sickening eyes I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side
Nicki Minaj
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Let me ask you outright, gentle reader, if there have not been hours, indeed whole days and weeks of your life, during which all your usual activities were painfully repugnant, and everything you believed in and valued seemed foolish and worthless?
E. T. A. Hoffmann
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Marking dynamos for repair $10,000.00-2 hours labor $10.00; knowing where to mark $9,990.00.
Charles Proteus Steinmetz
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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