William Morris Quotes
Whiles in the early Winter eve We pass amid the gathering night Some homestead that we had to leave Years past; and see its candles bright Shine in the room beside the door Where we were merry years agone But now must never enter more, As still the dark road drives us on. E'en so the world of men may turn At even of some hurried day And see the ancient glimmer burn Across the waste that hath no way; Then with that faint light in its eyes A while I bid it linger near And nurse in wavering memories The bitter-sweet of days that were.William Morris
Quotes to Explore
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I love fashion as an art; I love fashion as costume, as a character. I don't like dictates and the phoniness of appearance.
Tahar Rahim -
We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.
Wallace Stevens -
Leaders who master emotions can rob us of our capacities to reason. If their values are out of step with our own, the results can be devastating.
Adam Grant -
My dad and I would watch Ray Lewis a lot. His tenacity, and he was everywhere. I wanted that mindset, too.
Malik Jackson -
There is no doubt that the majority of Kansas Citians are happy with their three-terminal airport. I will advocate in Washington for our city to keep its unique airport as long as we want it.
Sam Graves -
You might think the thinner version of yourself is going to be the most positive or confident, but that's not how it is for me. When I'm over 200 pounds, that's when I'm the most confident version of myself.
Garrett Hedlund
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In the editing room, 20 percent of the time you're using stuff from before the actor knew the camera was rolling or you're taking a line from somewhere else and putting it in his mouth.
Campbell Scott -
My mom has helped me nurture my interest and hone my talent.
Hansika Motwani -
The family is the school of duties - founded on love.
Felix Adler -
For people who think of chicken as the meat choice of those-who-don't-really-like-meat, brining a bird will be a revelation.
Yotam Ottolenghi -
The guy who says, 'I love the challenge of managing,' is one step from being out of a job.
Earl Weaver -
Music is pretty intimate stuff and I can only work with very few people: Gonzalez being one, Mocky being another and, on a completely different level, Broken Social Scene. With Broken Social Scene it's not one-on-one, it's a one-on-12. It's very healthy, very comfortable, like a big pot luck supper among old friends.
Feist
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You'd be surprised how addicting high self-esteem is.
Fergie The Black Eyed Peas -
I love theater. I love the idea that you can transform, become somebody else, and look at life with a completely new perspective. I love the idea that people will sit in one room for a couple of hours and listen.
Natasha Tsakos -
I always have to be writing.
Taylor Swift -
Some of those men in power, we just have to change their faces because we're not going to change their minds.
Patricia Ireland -
I'm originally from San Francisco. I might move there some day. But, I like L.A., I have fun in L.A. It's a fun town if you've got money in your pocket. It's a good town.
Sam Rockwell -
You can't second-guess yourself as a filmmaker.
Ralph Bakshi
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I think my writing was certainly shaped from having lived in a place like Niverville as well as by the family that I came from, the religion that I had, that type of thing.
David Bergen -
My dad was a cop, you know, and I grew up three houses down from people who used Confederate flags as curtains.
Dee Rees -
I'm comfortable with my femininity, and I don't try to change what I look like just because I'm reporting on football at the end of the night.
Lisa Guerrero -
Whiles in the early Winter eve We pass amid the gathering night Some homestead that we had to leave Years past; and see its candles bright Shine in the room beside the door Where we were merry years agone But now must never enter more, As still the dark road drives us on. E'en so the world of men may turn At even of some hurried day And see the ancient glimmer burn Across the waste that hath no way; Then with that faint light in its eyes A while I bid it linger near And nurse in wavering memories The bitter-sweet of days that were.
William Morris