Pablo Neruda Quotes
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Pablo Neruda
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Jack Herer
Power! Did you ever hear of men being asked whether other souls should have power or not? It is born in them.
Olive Schreiner
As a singer, you have to bring the soul to the song.
Lata Mangeshkar
As long as I am still interested and curious, I enjoy getting up in the morning, but I can't say I have a happy smile on my face 24/7.
Harriet Walter
I don't know anyone male or female who can quote-unquote have it all. It's a made-up idea. Men don't have it all. They may have it better because they get paid more for the same work, but they don't have it all.
Callie Khouri
Let us, each of us, now embrace with solemn duty and awesome joy what is our lasting birthright. With common effort and common purpose, with passion and dedication, let us answer the call of history and carry into an uncertain future that precious light of freedom.
Barack Obama
The moon is dark, and the gods dance in the night; there is terror in the sky, for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men or of earth's gods.
H. P. Lovecraft
No matter how unjustly you’ve been treated, if you start fighting fire with fire, you’ll get burned.
Anita Stansfield
I see the city as an organism, shaped through time by the little humans having habits and doing millions of stuff in and out of it.
Olivier Theyskens
You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Pablo Neruda