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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As you grow older, your music begins to mature and grow older along with you.
Zendaya
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I feel humble that the legacy of those two bands is still intact. It gives me a thrill when people say our music has influenced them in some way or other.
Simon Kirke
Bad Company
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Sometimes, all the interviews, those are the toughest thing for me, but once you really start to do it a lot and start to get used to it, I can find some fun in those parts, too. Because playing golf is the easiest thing for me, and that's something I'm so used to; that's why it was always easy.
Inbee Park
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For me, the bulimia was about stuffing my emotions. So I stopped suppressing my feelings.
Cheryl James
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Sometimes when I play that old six-string, I think about you, wonder what went wrong.
Bryan Adams
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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