Eavan Boland Quotes
When I was young, I struggled with authorship: with everything the word meant and failed to mean. Irish poetry was heavy with custom. Sometimes at night, when I tried to write, a ghost hand seemed to hold mine. Where could my life, my language fit in?
Eavan Boland
Quotes to Explore
It's actually harder to write a fun song.
Taryn Manning
Boomkat
You have to respect your audience. Without them, you're essentially standing alone, singing to yourself.
K. D. Lang
I'm honestly not the kind of person who wants to step up to a podium, test the microphone and be like, 'Hey, I'm homosexual and this is who I am, hear me roar.' That's not who I am.
Abby Wambach
I took a whole stunt course and pretty much got certified as a stunt driver. It's ridiculous how easy it is once you understand the car and know how to do it.
Aaron Paul
As athletes, we all have egos, we all think we can help, and when you're not given that chance, it's hard to watch.
Landon Donovan
I'm not embarrassed about who I am. I'm not apologetic.
Karan Johar
Actually, I never work in movies for money. I'm glad when I get well-paid, but it's not always the case - trust me.
Vincent Cassel
In reality, there are very few villains who view themselves as villains. They just have a certain agenda at a certain time.
Michael Jai White
This is my wedding day! The day I marry Emmanuel! And the word 'wedding,' which she had always linked the happiness, now seemed austere, distressing, full of snares and revelations. She saw her mother, heavy and moving with difficulty. A vision of herself as a victim of the same deformity was vivid in her mind.
Gabrielle Roy
Then as now, evil begins its courtship cloaked in light. And the heart embraces what is should flee. Forgetting it once had a true lover. Love will prove greater than lust. Sacrifice will overcome seduction. And blood will flow.
Ted Dekker
When I was young, I struggled with authorship: with everything the word meant and failed to mean. Irish poetry was heavy with custom. Sometimes at night, when I tried to write, a ghost hand seemed to hold mine. Where could my life, my language fit in?
Eavan Boland