Walter de La Mare Quotes
For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.
Walter de La Mare
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I've never been that guy who says, 'Ooh, I have to play King Lear'. First off, that'd be a disaster anyway. I tend to read something and see who's involved, and then know I want to be part of it. But I don't think I'm through with comedy. I still love to make people laugh.
Ted Danson
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When you can throw 97 miles an hour and put the ball over the plate anytime you want, it's fun.
Randy Johnson
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As a free-speech advocate, I believe that adults should have access to any material they want. As a parent, and a community member, I think people should be able to protect their homes from imagery - much of it violent - that is, I feel, a form of child abuse when adult society inflicts it upon children.
Naomi Wolf
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Chicago is one city. We shall work as one people for our common good and our common goals.
Harold Washington
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We human beings are humane in part because we can look beyond our biology.
Sam Kean
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I'm going to be me, regardless of anything.
Nate Robinson
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Ken, the Tot of Destiny, had turned into the Marquis de Sade, and I in response had become a virago.
Elaine Dundy
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In aptitude tests, I scored highest in music.
Conrad Hall
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Then came a rather surreal exchange about Joy Division T-shirts, with us proudly proclaiming we did not sell merchandise because we didn’t believe in self-promotion of any kind, preferring to let the music speak for itself. ‘Rubbish,’ boomed Scotty. ‘How come wherever I go I see Joy Division and New Order T-shirts, worn and for sale, eh?’ Now, we had no idea where he was going to see these things, but we were all speechless anyway. He continued, ‘I don’t believe you, and will be fining you accordingly.’ So we would get fined £10,000 for not doing our own T-shirts.
Peter Hook
New Order
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For beauty with sorrow Is a burden hard to be borne: The evening light on the foam, and the swans, there; That music, remote, forlorn.
Walter de La Mare