Pablo Neruda Quotes
I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
Pablo Neruda
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The notion that one will not survive a particular catastrophe is, in general terms, a comfort since it is equivalent to abolishing the catastrophe.
Iris Murdoch
I'm the best Twitterer.
Dan Carter
I am not ever in the business of making anyone feel bad.
Nate Berkus
English football is so physical and fast that when you see a space, you have to go into it with all your speed.
Yaya Toure
I was told that, when 'Betrayal' was being produced by one of the provincial companies in England, the two actors playing those roles actually went into a pub one day and played that scene as if it were really happening to them. The people around them became very uncomfortable.
Harold Pinter
When I was young, no one got married. Now, all the young people, they want to get married, they want security. Now that my children's friends are getting married, I go to more weddings than I ever did when I was young.
Carine Roitfeld
With few exceptions, one ought always do what one is afraid of.
Viggo Mortensen
Autobiography is an unrivaled vehicle for telling the truth about other people.
Philip Guedalla
The same intact culture that made them good businessmen also made many of them lousy parents.
Kage Baker
Plays are painful. But the very act of writing is a basic freedom denied some women. Some would call it a privilege. So what's a little pain?
Abi Morgan
I've got a vibe going on with a lot of what I've been doing, and to completely change it based off of me having a child might be a little confusing. I'm sure as my life goes forward, and she starts growing up, there will be a lot more things to include in my music. But, at this point, I'm just sticking to what I do.
Jake Owen
I built up these lumber piles of love, and with fourteen boards each I built little houses, so that your eyes, which I adore and sing to, might live in them. Now that I have declared the foundations of my love, I surrender this century to you: wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life.
Pablo Neruda