T. S. Eliot Quotes
Eyes I dare not meet in dreamsIn death's dream kingdom´These do not appear:There, the eyes areSunlight on a broken columnThere, is a tree swingingAnd voices areIn the wind's singingMore distant and more solemnThan a fading star.T. S. Eliot
Quotes to Explore
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Writing 'William Shakespeare's Star Wars' was a fun exercise in mixing just the right amount of the Bard with just the right amount of everyone's favorite galaxy far, far away.
Ian Doescher -
Death is the sanction of everything the story-teller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death.
Walter Benjamin -
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
Langston Hughes -
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
Patrick Henry -
As delicate as 'Guy and Madeline' was, it was important that 'Whiplash' come off as more of a fever dream.
Damien Chazelle -
The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard.
Barbara Tuchman
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I have always had a dream to take part in an Olympic Games, and losing my leg didn't change anything.
Natalie du Toit -
I think the mythology of death really ran away with me when I was very young.
Tea Obreht -
I don't believe you should make fun of anyone but yourself.
Cameron Diaz -
So you know, my plan was that I was going to make records, and be a rock star. And that's really what I wanted to do. And I sang from the time I was very young.
Katey Sagal -
Almost always, when we have fights in movies, they're done in these strange rooms where nothing gets broken. It's almost like they're in padded cells.
Daniel Espinosa -
A man watches his pear tree day after day, impatient for the ripening of the fruit. Let him attempt to force the process, and he may spoil both fruit and tree. But let him patiently wait, and the ripe pear at length falls into his lap.
Abraham Lincoln
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Love and death are the two great hinges on which all human sympathies turn.
B. R. Hayden -
You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.
J. D. Salinger -
I speak from a nerd's perspective because I've been watching anime since I was a kid. I grew up on 'Speed Racer' and 'Star Blazers' and 'Battle of the Planets,' and those were some of my first A) cartoons and B) introduction to Japanese couture before I even knew they were Japanese.
Yuri Lowenthal -
I didn't get into comedy to talk about violent death all the time.
Larry Wilmore -
The first rule of hurricane coverage is that every broadcast must begin with palm trees bending in the wind.
Carl Hiaasen -
We hear tears loudly on this side of Heaven. What we don't take time to contemplate are the even louder cheers on the other side of death's valley.
Zig Ziglar
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How else but through a broken heartMay Lord Christ enter in?
Oscar Wilde -
On a dull party: It was a fête worse than death.
Barbara Stanwyck -
I don't know who came up with this idea that it's cool to hate on other girls, 'cause it's not.
Lilly Singh -
I did not kill my father, but I sometimes felt I had helped him on his way. And but for the fact that it coincided with a landmark in my own physical growth, his death seemed insignificant compared to what followed.
Ian Mcewan -
Promise me you’ll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.” Claire felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a rush of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak. “Yes,” she whispered back. “I promise.” And she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, while the sun came up and bathed Morganville in one last, shining day.
Rachel Caine -
Eyes I dare not meet in dreamsIn death's dream kingdom´These do not appear:There, the eyes areSunlight on a broken columnThere, is a tree swingingAnd voices areIn the wind's singingMore distant and more solemnThan a fading star.
T. S. Eliot