Pablo Neruda Quotes
From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
Pablo Neruda
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As many of you know I travel a good bit and do not get to see my friends and family as much as I would like.
Natalie Gulbis
I am insecure. If you ask me, everybody is.
Kate Winslet
I can clearly trace my passion for reading back to the Jonesboro, Georgia, library, where for the first time in my life I had access to what seemed like an unlimited supply of books. This was where I discovered 'Encyclopedia Brown' and 'Nancy Drew,' 'Gone With the Wind' and 'Rebecca.' This was where I became inspired to be a writer.
Karin Slaughter
It is a myth of publishers that people want to read easy things.
Umberto Eco
I've done all the table reads for Johnny Depp as Jack Sparrow for all the pirate movies, because he's just been doing other stuff, and I just love the whole Jack Sparrow thing he's got going on; it is just genius, and I just think he has so much fun with it.
Owain Yeoman
Yes, I suffer terribly from depression. I have to work at being happy, it's not my natural instinct. My natural instinct is, if something wonderful happens, to throw water in my own face.
Fannie Flagg
I'd find Moyo's views cruel and mistaken even she did not get the scholarships that have been reported.
Dambisa Moyo
I love San Francisco and Brighton has something of San Francisco about it. It's by the sea, there's a big gay community, a feeling of people being there because they enjoy their life there.
Brian Eno
Roxy Music
I was never really good in school.
A. J. Buckley
Bill Clinton has done more to help the middle class than any leader in decades.
Mario Cuomo
'Driving while black' was taught to me at a young age.
Colson Whitehead
From scarlet to powdered gold, to blazing yellow, to the rare ashen emerald, to the orange and black velvet of your shimmering corselet, out to the tip that like an amber thorn begins you, small, superlative being, you are a miracle, and you blaze
Pablo Neruda
