Edward Joseph Young Quotes
Not all the pride of beauty;
Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of;
Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life;
Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt:
All these possessed are nought, but as they are
The proof, the substance of an inward passion,
And the rich plunder of a taken heart.
Edward Joseph Young
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Life itself still remains a very effective therapist.
Karen Horney
I used to work a lot on ranches where I grew up, and I had to rise at 5:30 in the morning.
Sam Shepard
Sometimes the fans want it both ways, of course. They want to feel like they're influencing the show, and at the same time, they want to think that showrunners have the story all mapped out in our brains. But it can't be both. In truth, we were usually far ahead of the fan feedback.
Carlton Cuse
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.
Abraham Cowley
She said, 'Spell 'ant' ', and I wrote out the entire alphabet. She said, 'That doesn't spell 'ant' ', and I said, 'It's in there somewhere! There's the A, there's the N, there's the T – the rest are silent!'
Eddie Izzard
I wish I had a family. In the future I´ll try to figure out how to dedicate more time to my personal life, and yes, maybe think about a family, kids, comes an age when the body asks for it.5
Luis Miguel
Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality,And the vast that is evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead.
Walt Whitman
A fractal is a way of seeing infinity.
Benoit Mandelbrot
You paint something, and it's yours. It's your heart up on the wall.
Jason Momoa
It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it strives ever upwards when it is most burdened.
Philip Sidney
Since Time is not a person we can overtake when he is gone, let us honor him with mirth and cheerfulness of heart while he is passing.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Not all the pride of beauty;
Those eyes, that tell us what the sun is made of;
Those lips, whose touch is to be bought with life;
Those hills of driven snow, which seen are felt:
All these possessed are nought, but as they are
The proof, the substance of an inward passion,
And the rich plunder of a taken heart.
Edward Joseph Young
