William Wordsworth Quotes
Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.
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I'm a guy who had to perform some way. I had to perform in some way. If not as an actor, I'd perform as an artist. It would have been something that would be outstanding in its own way.
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He [Hemingway] used a stand-up work place he had fashioned out of the top of of a bookcase near his bed. His portable typewriter was snugged in there and papers were spread along the top of the bookcase on either side of it. He used a reading board for longhand writing.
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When I cruise around, I can't help but study people's faces and emotions and wonder why they're feeling the way they are.
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I learned from my father that music is from God and the message is from God.
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Children teach you so much. You take another look at life when you have a child. Everything is new again for you. They ground you.
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The audience swelled to six in the end and we all huddled in a corner.
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Who, except the poets, reads poetry?
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No,” he responded, reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. “They grew back even more beautiful. Blue edged with silver.” Elena laughed at the scowl in his voice.
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My identity might begin with the fact of my race, but it didn't, couldn't end there. At least that's what I would choose to believe.
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For my entire life I longed for love. I knew it was not right for me — as a girl and later as a woman — to want or expect it, but I did, and this unjustified desire has been at the root of every problem I have experienced in my life.
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Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue.
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Mathematicians come to the solution of a problem by the simple arrangement of the data, and reducing the reasoning to such simple operations, to judgments so brief, that they never lose sight of the evidence that serves as their guide.
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The girl gave him a look which ought to have stuck at least four inches out of his back.
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If you travel a lot, if you like roaming about in order to lose yourself, you can end up in the strangest places. I think it must be a kind of built-in radar, which often takes me to places that are either peculiarly quiet or peculiar in a quiet sort of way.
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What hands are here? ha! they pluck out mine eyes! Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.” “My hands are of your colour; but I shame to wear a heart so white. A little water clears us of this deed: How easy it is then! Your constancy hath left you unattended.
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge - it is as immortal as the heart of man.
