Gerard Manley Hopkins Quotes
Spring and Fall: To a Young Child Márgarét, are you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, líke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sórrow's spríngs áre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
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Immaturity is the incapacity to use one's intelligence without the guidance of another.
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I was vegetarian for a long time, and in the last four years I started eating chicken and fish. I feel like it really built up my strength a lot.
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In 1958, my father invested everything he had in a business venture and became the largest automobile dealership in Chicago for Ford's new Edsel line. But Edsel sales plummeted and my father fell into bankruptcy. I watched him struggle; working long hours to protect us from poverty.
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The first prize for any production is, if you can find a location that means you don't have to build sets, that will serve, and is not excessively expensive to hire, then it can save you a lot of money.
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I've shared the fate of many working mothers; I felt guilty like them.
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Where love is, there God is also.
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We should allow people to purchase health insurance across state lines. That will create a true 50-state national marketplace which will drive down the cost of low-cost, catastrophic health insurance.
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Life is a great university for the unfolding of the mind, for developing character. In choosing our life work, when we are free to choose, we should remember this, and choose that which will call the biggest man or woman out of us and not that from which we can coin the most dollars.
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You want to read a book? That requires introspection. It requires time away from people and time away from the constant need to communicate and to connect.
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It's not like I go out there to be a sex symbol. I mean, it's nice of course - but embarrassing.
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I went to acting school, but only for nine months. If you're an actor, you know, don't really need to learn how to do it.
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I've had a dozen novels published and have made far more than a dozen mistakes. Which is why Randy Susan Meyers and I wrote a guidebook to help authors avoid making our mistakes.
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Well, I'm not going to sit here and pretend that I haven't been a rogue most of my life.
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We got a little waylaid along the way. The whole problem started about 10 years ago with management and legal battles, then still trying to make albums while I was doing all of that.
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You know sometimes it's not the bigger roles that give you the most satisfaction, yeah?
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I was sad to see anybody leave, we had a very nice family on that show. I was very sad to see momma go, Victoria and especially Linda. My god that was my wife on the show, in fact my wife calls her wife.
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What's so great about DreamWorks is that it's run by filmmakers who believe that if it's not broke, don't fix it.
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Brokenness is the operative issue of our time - broken souls, broken hearts, broken places.
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I wept heartily over this poor little deceased soul. It was the first sentient being I had ever killed. I was now a killer. I was now as guilty as Cain. I was sixteen years old, a harmless boy, bookish and religious, and now I had blood on my hands. It's a terrible burden to carry. All sentient life is sacred.
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Rock n' roll is dying because people became OK with Nickelback being the biggest band in the world.
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Wall Street has come a long way from the insider-dominated world that was blown apart by the Great Depression.
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All of us in the Ball family in South Carolina, from the time we're children, hear stories about our ancestors, the slave owners.
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Spring and Fall: To a Young Child Márgarét, are you gríeving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leáves, líke the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! ás the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you wíll weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sórrow's spríngs áre the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It ís the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for.
