William Ernest Henley Quotes
The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.
William Ernest Henley
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I would love to do a Broadway play. I would love to do big screen also, motion picture.
LaToya London
I just try to live a really simple, natural life, because obviously, life has an impact on your voice.
K. D. Lang
I love to walk through the streets of Jesus Maria and Pueblo Libre. The Spanish colonial buildings are in bright colors, two stories high, with these intricate wooden, windowed balconies.
Daniel Alarcon
I have breakups that I can credit to every song. In my twenties, I picked people who would create that dysfunction and drama, so I could draw upon it.
Kara DioGuardi
'Paper Planes' was an accident. It wasn't a song we made for the masses. It took two years to get popular, and there were many fights about censoring the gunshot sounds.
M.I.A.
I love 'Glee' so much. It just works - it's on the edge of ridiculous.
Adam Garcia
I trust my government. I actually have a trust for my government with my data, and I trust them to protect me. They've protected me - they've made the best efforts to protect me my whole life.
Ashton Kutcher
It's how I've lived my life. You show up, work hard, and be humble.
Kurt Johnstad
Bernard insisted on having ‘just one more go’, and in doing so used up mine and Steve’s tracks, wiping them, so by the time Martin finally threw up his hands and told us to fuck off, Barney’s was the only vocal left on tape. Which is pretty much how he became our singer.
Peter Hook
New Order
I might see something on TV and get inspired to write about it. I can't sit down and plan to write. It has to come to me in my head like someone telling me the words.
Aaron Neville
Tu quoque falsa tuens bona priusincipe colla iugo retrahere:Vera dehinc animum subierint.
Boethius
The nightingale has a lyre of gold, The lark's is a clarion call, And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute, But I love him best of all. For his song is all the joy of life, And we in the mad spring weather, We two have listened till he sang Our hearts and lips together.
William Ernest Henley