William Wordsworth Quotes
The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.
William Wordsworth
Quotes to Explore
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Mind is everything. Muscle - pieces of rubber. All that I am, I am because of my mind.
Paavo Nurmi
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I have hundreds and hundreds of people from Brazil, Chile, Columbia and Argentina, every day, buying my music and telling me about it online.
Gabrielle Aplin
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As an actor, what I can do is tell the truth. At least, I hope I can tell the truth - a dramatic truth, but still an honest portrayal.
Larry Drake
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It's hardly even noticeable that so many artists, designers and architects live here. It isn't reflected in the cityscape or in the museums. Many of the artists, for example, exhibit around the world, just not in Berlin.
Olafur Eliasson
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I flunked my exam for university two times before I was accepted by what was considered my city's worst university, Hangzhou Teachers University. I was studying to be a high school English teacher. In my university, I was elected student chairman and later became chairman of the city's Students Federation.
Jack Ma
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Within a lot of African-American households, I think, there's an idea that black men don't want to take an active participation in the lives of their children. That if they do, there has to be some sort of ulterior motive.
Gabrielle Union
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I got a bad migraine that lasted 3 years, and the pills I took made by fingers disappear.
David Bowie
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That heart alone is hard which does not shudder at itself for not feeling its hardness.
Saint Bernard
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We plucked down all His altars, left not oneSave where, perchance (and ah, the joy was fleet),We laid our garlands in the sunAt the white Sea-born's feet.
Alfred Noyes
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What a strange power the perception of beauty is! It seems to ebb and flow like some secret tide, independent alike of health and disease, of joy or sorrow. There are times in our lives when we seem to go singing on our way, and when the beauty of the world sets itself like a quiet harmony to the song we uplift.
A. C. Benson
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The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket.
William Wordsworth
