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.
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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.
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We say God and the imagination are one... How high that highest candle lights the dark.
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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.
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My dad and I would watch Ray Lewis a lot. His tenacity, and he was everywhere. I wanted that mindset, too.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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My mom has helped me nurture my interest and hone my talent.
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The family is the school of duties - founded on love.
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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.
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My mother is incredible. I mean, still is today.
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The guy who says, 'I love the challenge of managing,' is one step from being out of a job.
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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.
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You'd be surprised how addicting high self-esteem is.
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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.
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I always have to be writing.
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I am a big, confident, happy woman who had a loving childhood, a pleasant career, and a wonderful marriage. I feel very lucky.
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Some of those men in power, we just have to change their faces because we're not going to change their minds.
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Football linemen are motivated by a more complicated, self-determining series of factors than the simple fear of humiliation in the public gaze, which is the emotion that galvanizes the backs and receivers.
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The only solution for dealing with the IRA is to kill 600 people in one night.
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Everyone's taste is different. But I think the best way to defend against regrets after opening night is to try your best to tell the story you want to tell. In terms of smaller changes over time, I think good plays are like poems. Every syllable counts.
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I feel like I have things to say. And that's what I'm looking forward to.
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So, you know, I always say that I'm a Mexican, but if I had to be a citizen of anywhere else, I'd be a citizen of Manhattan. I feel very much a New Yorker.
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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.
