William Ernest Henley Quotes
Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife.... The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform, The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.... [F]ace to face with chance, I shrink a little: My hopes are strong, my will is something weak. ...I am ready But, gentlemen my porters, life is brittle: You carry Cæsar and his fortunes—steady!
William Ernest Henley
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Fortunately, in the place where I went out, they had set up a little previously a fence which prevented me finally from smashing against trees. I went out with a broken leg only. A small price to be paid at the time for an accident of this kind.
Jacky Ickx
On the day when I was shot, all of my friends' faces were covered, except mine.
Malala Yousafzai
One can never know enough. The unknown and its call lies even in what we know.
Eduardo Chillida
Not even analysis, by itself, can transform you. You must still do the changing yourself.
Natalie Wood
In 1953, Mom and Dad, living in Toronto, discovered, to their shock, that Mom was expecting. I was born in June 1954. My parents, thrilled, showered me with love.
Dan Hill
What a cool job to be part of - whether it's doing lighting or acting or serving food on set. You're part of telling a story that hopefully has an essential component, and that's super exciting to me.
Laura Dern
You continue to evolve with each album that goes by and, as an artist, you continue to expand with every recording project.
Randy Travis
It's difficult to love someone you don't respect, which is hard to remember when you're having an argument.
Mehmet Oz
I think the people get that I'm just kind of an anomaly in a certain way.
Nora Lum
Since it's based on my parents, it's more emotionally close to me than some of my more surreal plays. And then I like the balance of the comic and the sad. It should play as funny, but you should care about the characters and feel sad for them.
Christopher Durang
Strong, proactive obedience is anything but weak or passive.
L. Tom Perry
Behold me waiting—waiting for the knife.... The thick, sweet mystery of chloroform, The drunken dark, the little death-in-life.... [F]ace to face with chance, I shrink a little: My hopes are strong, my will is something weak. ...I am ready But, gentlemen my porters, life is brittle: You carry Cæsar and his fortunes—steady!
William Ernest Henley
