Pablo Neruda Quotes
It's hard to tell / if we close our eyes or if night / opens in us other starred eyes, / if it burrows into the wall of our dream / till some other door opens. / But the dream is only the flitting costume of one moment, / is spent in one beat / of the darkness, / and falls at our feet, cast off / as the day stirs and sails away with us.
Pablo Neruda
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My father went to work every day, and it's my job to go to work, too. Some days will be good, some won't be so good, but I have to go to work.
Ted Danson
Whenever someone says to me, 'Are you for or against Common Core,' the first question I ask is, 'What do you think Common Core is?' You will get a different answer from every single person. You will literally get a different answer.
Brown Campbell
You've got the federal government in every part of our lives, doing things wrong.
Wayne Rogers
I write almost every single part of my songs, even the actual drum parts sometimes, whether they be simple or layered with many different instruments.
Kaki King
I make the music my ears want to hear, I wear the clothes my body wants to wear and the ones boys call me back for, and I generally make the songs that my feet dance to.
Natalia Kills
We are effectively destroying ourselves by violence masquerading as love.
R. D. Laing
When I am working, I have two shows on Saturday, and when I wake up, and it's a lovely day, I just cry. I'm joking: I love my job.
Elena Roger
Enough of this intolerable inanity! I propose that such loquacity passes beyond the scope of the nuisance and over the verge of turpitude.
Jack Vance
Tell me why, must I fall in love with you?
Eric Clapton
Cream
The best way of removing negativity is to laugh and be joyous.
David Icke
I think diversity can also be a resource, an asset, especially in a world that is becoming globalized, to deal with difference, to deal with variety, to deal with complexity.
Jose Manuel Barroso
It's hard to tell / if we close our eyes or if night / opens in us other starred eyes, / if it burrows into the wall of our dream / till some other door opens. / But the dream is only the flitting costume of one moment, / is spent in one beat / of the darkness, / and falls at our feet, cast off / as the day stirs and sails away with us.
Pablo Neruda