Pablo Neruda Quotes
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
Pablo Neruda
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Back when I was growing up, getting caught with a copy of 'Creepy,' 'Eerie' or 'Vampirella' was almost as bad as your parents finding out you were reading 'Playboy.'
Nancy A. Collins
If we see a sad rain, it doesn't mean the rain is sad, but it means we see it. That's an easily dismissible kind of projection. But what I'm struggling to say, is that we take that rain in through our own hearts and emotions and senses and skin, and all those filters have an impact.
Karen Joy Fowler
Let's be cautious about dreaming up extreme scenarios. The situation in Iraq is still salvageable.
Rand Beers
I grew up playing about 15 instruments and the way that I was able to accomplish that was by cutting my classes, hanging out in the band room all day, and going from one instrument to the next to the next, until I learned how to play everything by ear.
Flavor Flav
As a kid growing up, I put a lot of pressure on myself.
Jack Reynor
There are so many bad influences out there. I don't care if a kid is rich or poor, if he lives in a million-dollar house or the ghetto, he is going to find some sick things on the street. And if we don't clean it up soon, we're all going to pay the price.
Warren Moon
I said three things when I woke up in Walter Reed. 'I love you.' 'Put me to work,' and 'You stink! Go shower!'
Tammy Duckworth
Some people say they feel very small when they think about space. I felt more expansive, very connected to the universe.
Mae Jemison
For eight-and-a-half years, I was just watching movies, and just staying in bed and just eating food and just, you know, being just miserable.
Corey Haim
If Paris is a city of lights, Sydney is the city of fireworks.
Baz Luhrmann
Every explanation is after all an hypothesis.
Ludwig Wittgenstein
I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
Pablo Neruda