William Morris Quotes
In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.
William Morris
Quotes to Explore
I had to start being aware of what I ate, what I'm planning to eat and take my twice-daily medication accordingly. That's not so difficult now, but when you're 10 years old, it's tough, let me tell you.
Dana Hill
One of the pleasures of getting older and making a living the way you want to is that your social circle becomes rarified, and the people who enter have been vetted.
Adam Mansbach
Memories are thoughts that arise. They're not realities. Only when you believe that they are real, then they have the power over you. But when you realize it's just another thought arising about the past, then you can have a spacious relationship with that thought. The thought no longer has you in its grip.
Eckhart Tolle
What I can tell you is that for Puerto Rico being such a small island, it has culturally impacted the entire world.
Fat Joe
It has been very good here, but the World Cup game was different. It had a different significance to it.
Sachin Tendulkar
We need to send Barack Obama back to Chicago. I'd like to send him back to Kenya, back to Indonesia. We have to unmask this man. This is a man that seeks to destroy all concept of God. And I will tell you what, this is classical Marxist philosophy.
Rafael Cruz
Thinking about the devil is worse than seeing the devil.
Branch Rickey
In real life, I assure you, there is no such thing as algebra.
Fran Lebowitz
I like the quiet life sometimes. I also love a bustling press conference sometimes as well. I love a 600 metre red carpet.
Martin Freeman
What a song is is a subjective thing. There's no one real definition for it.
David Howell Evans
U2
In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.
William Morris