Pablo Neruda Quotes
Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you... gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life.
Pablo Neruda
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I have this first album that sells more than 100,000 copies in its first week, debuts at number two, goes gold, the single goes platinum, we're doing Madison Square Garden.
Halsey
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.
Edith Wharton
Exposing your ignorance is how you get somebody to embrace you.
Larry Wilcox
I feel a physical happiness when spring is coming.
Halldor Laxness
But whether a couple is a man and a woman has everything to do with the meaning of marriage.
Jack Kingston
What I write, I write. I'll always do it in some form.
Iain Sinclair
In my field, you can't really wear the same dress twice unless you want Isaac Mizrahi to scorn you on TV.
Mary Lambert
My journey through life has led me through both light and dark places, and it's because of those experiences that I have learned how to work through my character defects and to help others do the same.
Jessie Pavelka
Freedom is a unique concept that everyone interprets differently.
Dmitry Medvedev
I don't want to quit. I've always said that Clint Eastwood is one of my best friends. I've known Clint for many years and we have almost a jokey relationship about retirement. I always say: "OK Clint, are you ready to retire this year?" And he always says: "No, are you?" So, I'm waiting for the phone call where Clint says he's hanging up his spurs. That's never going to happen. If it doesn't happen for Clint, it won't happen for me.
Steven Spielberg
Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you... gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life.
Pablo Neruda
