William Cullen Bryant Quotes

Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.

William Cullen Bryant

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• Track and field was very big when I was growing up.

  

  Usain Bolt
  • Up
  • Growing
  • Growing Up

• My father had a flourishing business as a publisher in North India.

  

  Manoj Bhargava
  • Business
  • Father
  • India

• Escapism makes a lot of intuitive sense - whisk people away from their cares with stories of a better life.

  

  Adam Cohen
  • People
  • Life
  • Better

• We are dealing with treachery and threats, which accompanied the establishment of Israel.

  

  Bashar al-Assad
  • Israel
  • Dealing
  • Treachery

• Religious fundamentalists in Bangladesh have always argued for a ban on my books.

  

  Taslima Nasrin
  • Always
  • Religious
  • Books

• My favorite car is a '69 Barracuda.

  

  Natalie Martinez
  • Car
  • Favorite

• I prefer to make movies which not only have a message for 'then' but a message for 'now.'

  

  Nate Parker
  • Movies
  • Now
  • Message

• I have made an art form of the interview. The French are the best interviewers, despite their addiction to the triad, like all Cartesians.

  

  Orson Welles
  • Art
  • Best
  • Addiction

• Peter Wagner, my son, just won the Bel-Air Junior Club Championship. Parred the last three holes. One-putts, up and down. Us Wagners don't hit greens. We chip and putt.

  

  Jack Wagner
  • Up
  • Air
  • Son

• When I do work, I feel the same sort of urgency as I ever did. If I didn't feel that, I don't think I would wish to be doing it. I wouldn't really see the point.

  

  Daniel Day-Lewis
  • Work
  • Wish
  • Doing

• I never liked you, and I always will.

  

  Samuel Goldwyn
  • You
  • Funny
  • Always

• My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we'll change the world.

  

  Jack Layton
  • Love
  • Hope
  • For Her

• I like Louis C.K., Chris Rock. Old schools like Richard Pryor and Eddie Murphy.

  

  Adam DeVine
  • Rock
  • Like
  • Old

• I love seeing tattoos on 60-year-olds who have had them for 40 years.

  

  Urs Fischer
  • Love
  • Seeing
  • Tattoos

• My mom and I are very close.

  

  Lady Gaga
  • Mom
  • Very
  • Close

• Who does understand life?

  

  Ian Mckellen
  • Life
  • Understand
  • Does

• Mars, when guilty of homicide, and set free from the charge of murder by the Athenians through favour, lest he should appear to be too fierce and savage, committed adultery with Venus.

  

  Lactantius
  • Free
  • Guilty
  • Fierce

• I think that inexpensive sources of planet-friendly energy are one of the most important things for us to pursue.

  

  Sam Altman
  • Important
  • Think
  • Energy

• To win at Augusta and to win The Open Championship at St. Andrews, it's hard to put it into words as a golfer, as an athlete, as a guy - I'm not rich in history, I can tell you that. I'm not a great historian.

  

  Zach Johnson The Fray
  • Great
  • History
  • Guy

• I want to create the content I didn't have while growing up.

  

  Janet Mock
  • Up
  • Growing

• No solution can ever be found by running in three different directions.

  

  Deepak Chopra
  • Different
  • Running

• Mom would talk about Eric Sevareid and Murrow and Howard K. Smith the way other parents talk about sports figures.

  

  John Dickerson
  • Parents
  • Mom
  • Sports

• Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.

  

  William Cullen Bryant
  • Death
  • Forever
  • Growth