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.
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We can help a whole lot of people if we could figure out a way to expand Medicaid and get people the care that they need.
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I can create institutions, but I can't rewrite the chips in people's heads.
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Ask any teenage girl to describe her perfect bedroom, and you'll get answers like 'a room with a private phone line, a place to hang out with friends, and for it to be way-cool and funky.' Ask parents the same question, and 'a locked door that opens on their 21st birthday' might top the list!
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We love a tale of heroes and villains and conflicts requiring a neat resolution.
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I just don't think men fancy me.
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One can not impede scientific progress.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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What I can tell you is that for Puerto Rico being such a small island, it has culturally impacted the entire world.
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It has been very good here, but the World Cup game was different. It had a different significance to it.
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So if I get these actors for 30% of their price by coming in so late with an offer when they know they are not getting another offer then I do it this way.
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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.
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I go to Australia probably once every two years. It's wide-open spaces there, so I just rent a motorcycle and ride out to the middle of the continent. For hours, you don't see anybody.
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If you can tune into your purpose and really align with it, setting goals so that your vision is an expression of that purpose, then life flows much more easily.
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Movies can't ruin books. They can only ruin movies.
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There was one very special scene at the end of the film. My character, Zhao Di, has been sick. She wakes up and her mother tells her that the man she loves has come back from the city and had spent the day by her bedside.
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It's not until the very last phase that you know how good the works are going to be.
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Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.
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We're exposed to ideas everywhere. The world is full of ideas. I think that television is a pretty powerful medium in that regard.
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I'm thinking about directing, but I know it's a lot of work and I appreciate what directors do and I would like to be good at it. The opportunity has presented itself four to five times, and I usually said no because of the script.
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There is no sin except stupidity.
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As far back as I remember, and earlier, I was an artisan, a maker and doer. Mechanically minded, my parents said.
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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.
