Walter de La Mare Quotes
The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse. In the dewy fields the cattle lie Chewing the cud 'neath a fading sky; Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
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I'm not running for state Senate because I wanted to become a politician. I'm running because I wanted to serve.
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I don't read other science fiction. I don't read any at all.
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I'm not a really religious person, but those moments onstage feel like some sort of religious experience because no one holds back, especially 'Stay With Me' when I finish the show. It kind of turns into an anthem when I perform it live, and it feels like there's a lot of love in the room.
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The part an actor played on stage was once written on a separate roll of paper.
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Our parents all experimented with raising us in a fairly loose, unorthodox way. A huge emphasis was placed on creativity, and our artistic efforts were never dismissed as childish. There was a sense that we - kids and grown-ups - all had the potential to make something of value. Our drawings were not simply destined for the refrigerator.
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Never have we stolen the intelligences of other peoples. On the contrary, in Cuba we have trained tens of thousands of doctors and other top-level professionals, for free, in order to send them back to their own countries.
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Yes, I'm proud to be indigenous. I'm half-Quechua-Huachipaeri from Peru.
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My heart is mysteriously alive in the world of sounds - a totally different dimension from the daily life.
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When I was a very young lawyer, I had a senior partner who advised me never to get mad, except on purpose.
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Singles, whatever. But selling a million albums feels like an impossible thing to do.
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Living in New York City is one constant, ongoing literary pilgrimage. For 20 years, I lived among the ghosts of great writers and walked where they had walked.
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Brick-and-mortar at the end of the day matters because viral is great, but it comes and goes as fast.
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Democracies can't handle austerity measures very well.
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On privacy issues, it's just like hundreds of years ago when people said, 'I would rather put my money under my pillow than in a bank.' But today, banks know how to protect money much better than you do. Today, we may not have the answers to privacy issues, but I believe our young people will come up with the solutions.
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My aim in painting is to create pulsating, luminous, and open surfaces that emanate a mystic light, in accordance with my deepest insight into the experience of life and nature.
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Do you really think it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations which it requires strength, strength and courage to yield to.
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I am lucky enough to be married to a personal trainer. He's able to whip me into shape pretty quickly.
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I did five seasons of 'Baywatch,' and I did four seasons of 'VIP.' I've been around awhile.
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I really like the half-hour comedy. I really do. I know people that are in movies all the time and they, you know, they don't see their families as much. And that takes its toll over time.
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When you're young, you get blamed for crimes that you didn't commit. When you are old, you get credit for virtues that you never had. I guess it all evens out in the end.
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Fewer things are lovelier to me than a full-blown rose when it opens up its heart.
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Jack Harkness: There you go! I can taste it! Oestrogen. Definitely oestrogen. Take the pill, flush it away, it enters the water cycle. Feminizes the fish. Goes all the way up into the sky then falls all the way back down onto me. Contraceptives in the rain. Love this planet. Still, at least I won't get pregnant. Never doing that again.
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I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.
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The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse. In the dewy fields the cattle lie Chewing the cud 'neath a fading sky; Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day.
