William Empson Quotes

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. What is there to be or do? What's become of me or you? Are we kind or are we true? Sitting two and two, boys, waiting for the end.

William Empson

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• I think for some reason we're conditioned in movies that the protagonist must be heroic or redeemable in some way, whereas in theater, that's not a necessary.

  

  Oscar Isaac
  • Think
  • Reason
  • Movies

• I converse with my dog through ESP.

  

  Taylor Caldwell
  • Dog
  • Through
  • Converse

• I found I could speak louder and was more comfortable if I was doing it in someone else's crazy voice.

  

  Kate McKinnon
  • Crazy
  • Voice
  • Speak

• The combination of olive oil, garlic and lemon juice lifts the spirits in winter.

  

  Yotam Ottolenghi
  • Winter
  • Oil
  • Juice

• I've asked Jobs why he didn't get an operation then and he said, 'I didn't want my body to be opened. I didn't want to be violated in that way.'

  

  Walter Isaacson
  • Why
  • Want
  • Body

• This town was built on nepotism.

  

  Damon Wayans
  • Built
  • Town
  • Nepotism

• All things atrocious and shameless flock from all parts to Rome.

  

  Tacitus
  • Things
  • All Things
  • Rome

• My music is not just about entertainment. It is about enlightenment also.

  

  Kailash Kher
  • Music
  • Just
  • Enlightenment

• Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

  

  Rainer Maria Rilke
  • Life
  • Believe
  • Me

• I'm one of those people if you ask, 'What's your favourite song?' I'm going to give you five. I don't have just one favourite.

  

  Octavia Spencer
  • People
  • Song
  • You

• How accurately can the law fix the crime? There has to be a mechanism for very fast action. The law is like this: catch them and punish them.

  

  A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
  • Law
  • Action
  • Fast

• I'm the Jerry Lewis of crime fiction.

  

  Harlan Coben
  • Crime
  • Fiction
  • Lewis

• When I was 13, I started working in a nightclub with Ray Charles. That's the greatest school in the world, the school of the streets. Ray taught me how to read in Braille. He was only two years older than me, but it was like he was 100 years older.

  

  Quincy Jones
  • World
  • School
  • Greatest

• The French complain of everything, and always.

  

  Napoleon Bonaparte
  • Always
  • Everything
  • Complain

• If I'm elected president, we will repeal every word of Obamacare.

  

  Ted Cruz
  • President
  • Word
  • Will

• If you think about stuff that happened when you were young, it stays with you forever.

  

  Ice Cube
  • Think
  • Forever
  • Young

• Wanting to be understood by an audience that didn't know Russian, I tried to paint musical pictures by emphasizing the phrasing, using voice color more boldly, and varying the shade and nuance.

  

  Galina Vishnevskaya
  • Know
  • Color
  • Voice

• I'm not Mr. Mom, but there's just certain things I won't say anymore.

  

  Randy Houser
  • Mom
  • Things
  • Anymore

• Our ideas of happiness, gratification, contentment, satisfaction, all demand that those feelings come from within us. If you flip that on its head and say "What if I took the world at face value?" and then ask "What can I do with what is given?" it's an interesting trick to turn around the whole problem of how you feel.

  

  Ian Bogost
  • World
  • Interesting
  • Value

• Who got the baddest pussy on the planet? D boys love me, they don't understand it.

  

  Nicki Minaj
  • Boys
  • Planets
  • Bragging

• I have an office full of product from brands trying to be in videos and an inbox full of songs from artists, but at the end of the day if the artist doesn't support the brand or it doesn't make sense for the song, then it will never work. What we do is try to pair them up so that both sides are happy.

  

  Adam Kluger
  • Up
  • Work
  • Trying

• You take the good with the bad and try not to listen to everything said about you because you know it's not good.

  

  Karl Malone
  • Good
  • Bad
  • Know

• I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet.

  

  Walt Whitman
  • Mind
  • Heart
  • Morning

• Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end. What is there to be or do? What's become of me or you? Are we kind or are we true? Sitting two and two, boys, waiting for the end.

  

  William Empson
  • Kind
  • Waiting
  • Boys