William Cullen Bryant Quotes
When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
Opened in airs of June her multitude
Of golden chalices to humming-birds
And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
William Cullen Bryant
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She said it had been hijacked shortly after takeoff. By this time, the plane had been in the air - again, I'm presuming that it took off on time - for over an hour.
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Caitlyn Jenner
My mother had a great voice. Not like mine, not like my sister's, not like my son's - a high soprano voice, but like a bird. I mean, really beautiful.
Barbra Streisand
Unfortunately, the rights to 'System Shock' trademark and copyright are both up in the air.
Warren Spector
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
Omar Khayyam
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Zack Snyder
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Kerri Strug
My kids watch everything downloaded; they have no idea what the numbers or the names of the channels mean, except, 'FX makes the show that I see on my computer.' So it's harder to get a show on the air, but at the same time, there are a lot of terrific shows.
Denis Leary
Monologues are self-verifying and self-referencing, a world in their own right, one with its own internal logic that strengthens with reiteration.
Samantha Harvey
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
Franz Kafka
Good government is one of the most important factors in economic growth and social well-being.
Joe Lonsdale
When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
Opened in airs of June her multitude
Of golden chalices to humming-birds
And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
William Cullen Bryant