William Morris Quotes
Yea, I have looked, and seen November there; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, living once, were fair; Bright sign of loneliness too great for me, Strange image of the dread eternity, In whose void patience how can these have part, These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?
Quotes to Explore
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At the cross God wrapped his heart in flesh and blood and let it be nailed to the cross for our redemption.
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At Christmas, I am always struck by how the spirit of togetherness lies also at the heart of the Christmas story. A young mother and a dutiful father with their baby were joined by poor shepherds and visitors from afar. They came with their gifts to worship the Christ child.
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There have been numerous tips and numerous people offering advice. I appreciate it because it all comes with good feelings from the heart. But some of it we'll apply, and some things we won't.
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People in love don't see gender, colour or religion. Or age. It's about the other person, the one that you love and who loves you. You don't think of them in terms of a label. You just go with your heart.
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Perhaps one of the most important things you can do for human beings is wean them off an animal-based diet. It hardens the arteries and runs up our health-care costs. The last thing a poor person can afford is a heart attack or cancer or a stroke. And that's all linked to a meat-based diet. I think animal liberation is human liberation.
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It's always strange being a kid on the set, because you're treated like an equal when you're working. But then when you break, the other actors go back to their trailers to take naps and drink beer, and I have to, like, go do school.
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If you knew you could change your lifestyle and diet and avoid heart disease and other things, you should do it.
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I'm not a natural performer or exhibitionist. When I was younger, I hated the focus, and it made me feel strange.
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Love me or hate me, both are in my favour. If you love me, I will always be in your heart, and if you hate me, I will be in your mind.
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I think that's very sad, that I haven't allowed my heart to be broken. I have broken a few.
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Rock was always part of my heart and soul. But the times just changed and everybody wanted to dance.
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There's a part of my heart that forever has Anne Boleyn written on it, who I played in 'The Tudors.'
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There's so many other things I want to do. I don't want to do them to be different or just for a challenge, but because my heart and soul tell me to.
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The human being is flesh and consciousness, body and soul; his heart is an abyss which can only be filled by that which is godly.
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The metaphor I've used is... somebody's going to push my family off a cliff pretty soon, and I won't be there to catch them. And that breaks my heart. But I have some time to sew some nets to cushion the fall. So, I can curl up in a ball and cry, or I can get to work on the nets.
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I write essays to clear my mind. I write fiction to open my heart.
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It's a little strange to become a kind of symbol of a whole type of analysis.
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And as long as your cats is loyal to what y'all are standing for, and they know how to play the game, it should be no way you can lose. It's about compromising; it's about respecting one another's position, and about going with your heart as far as what you believe in.
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The heart of the theater is the play itself, how it dramatizes life to make it meaningful entertainment. To achieve depth and universality, the playwright must subject himself to intense critique, to know human character and behavior, and finally to construct art from the most mundane of human experience.
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All religions are like different cars all moving in the same direction. People who don't see it have no light in their hearts.
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The essential thing is the formation of the political will of the nation: that is the starting point for political action.
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Yea, I have looked, and seen November there; The changeless seal of change it seemed to be, Fair death of things that, living once, were fair; Bright sign of loneliness too great for me, Strange image of the dread eternity, In whose void patience how can these have part, These outstretched feverish hands, this restless heart?
