T. S. Eliot Quotes
[On The Waste Land:] Various critics have done me the honor to interpret the poem in terms of criticism of the contemporary world, have considered it, indeed, as an important bit of social criticism. To me it was only the relief of a personal and wholly insignificant grouse against life; it is just a piece of rhythmical grumbling.
T. S. Eliot
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That's what every young kid thinks about when they first put on a uniform - is to play in the Major League and then, ultimately, play in a World Series. To me, that was the ultimate, winning in '86.
Gary Carter
All the forces in the world are not so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
Victor Hugo
My parents divorced when I was very, very young, but they maintained an incredibly amicable relationship. They were great partners, they were great parents, and they were great friends throughout my whole life until I was about 25, at which point they realized that they could relinquish; they could call it and move on.
Natalie Zea
Everything I have experienced in my life helps form who I am today, and I would not change or forget any of it.
Dalia Mogahed
When I was writing 'The Windup Girl' and 'Ship Breaker,' I was writing those simultaneously, so I was an unpublished writer, not really having that full sense that these books would go out in the world, that they would be successful, that there would be an audience and that there would be fans of those stories.
Paolo Bacigalupi
We always knew how to honor fallen soldiers. They were killed for our sake, they went out on our mission. But how are we to mourn a random man killed in a terrorist attack while sitting in a cafe? How do you mourn a housewife who got on a bus and never returned?
A. B. Yehoshua
I am proud of having done what I've done. Very proud.
Joanne Rowling
I cry a lot when I feel empathy. I can feel heartbroken by life, and I cry quite easily, sometimes for no reason. It's healthy, I think.
Bat for Lashes
The Lebanese Civil War, 1975-1990, spanned four World Cups. It would have been a more symmetrical five had the Lebanese begun in 1974, but you know, we're Mediterranean, and timing isn't our forte.
Rabih Alameddine
To put it rather bluntly, I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel.
Fran Lebowitz
Because our fight has been for such a long time we are isolated from the world, even after reconstruction we don't have much attention from people outside.
Hanoi Hannah
You wonder why I only talk about my personal life. But that's all I've ever done.
Gabriel Iglesias
We have to accept the world has become this place where we have to interact with people who are very different from us.
Diego Luna
I have had a lifetime love affair with all types of dance. Pole dancing was always just for fun until we had a pole installed at 'The Girls Next Door' house, then we started taking it a bit more seriously and got into using it for exercise.
Kendra Wilkinson
Compared with men, it is probable that brutes neither attend to abstract characters, nor have associations by similarity. Their thoughts probably pass from one concrete object to its habitual concrete successor far more uniformly than is the case with us. In other words, their associations of ideas are almost exclusively by contiguity. So far, however, as any brute might think by abstract characters instead of by association of con cretes, he would have to be admitted to be a reasoner in the true human sense. How far this may take place is quite uncertain.
William James
The correctness and quality of what you write do not matter; the act of writing does.
Natalie Goldberg
Ever since I started using guys, I feel so much better about myself. I feel so much more powerful.
Cardi B
[On The Waste Land:] Various critics have done me the honor to interpret the poem in terms of criticism of the contemporary world, have considered it, indeed, as an important bit of social criticism. To me it was only the relief of a personal and wholly insignificant grouse against life; it is just a piece of rhythmical grumbling.
T. S. Eliot
