Edna St. Vincent Millay Quotes
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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What you wear onstage is a reflection of your artistry.
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Kate Winslet
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Kate Thompson
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Damian Lewis
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Olivia Thirlby
Humor - it helps to make the vibe better - it loosens up the vibrations.
Brian Wilson
The time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself.
Douglas Coupland
Single's fun - you don't have to check in with your girl, but it's not easy. I do get lonely.
Tommy Lee
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And yet, in a culture like ours, which is given to material comforts, and addicted to forms of entertainment that offer immediate gratification, it is surprising that so much poetry is written.
Mark Strand
Writing and giving voice to what I am feeling makes me happy. And supporting people in finding their voice, passion, outrage and resistance. There is nothing better than that.
Eve Ensler
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay