Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Quotes to Explore
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One of the things Kuhn said about normal science is that people 'expect' things to be discovered.
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Most people who are looking to get a handgun are going to get a carry permit. But most people don't carry around rifles with them; they keep them at home or at the range.
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The first complaint we hear from everyone is: 'Why would I want to join this stupid useless thing and know what my brother's eating for lunch?' But that really misses the point because Twitter is fundamentally recipient-controlled - you choose to listen and you choose to leave. But you also choose what to put down and what to share.
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A key reason that elections are run so badly is that in most states, political partisans are in charge.
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No flying machine will ever fly from New York to Paris.
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I'd rather play a tune on a horn, but I've always felt that I didn't want to train myself. Because when you get a train, you've got to have an engine and a caboose. I think it's better to train the caboose. You train yourself, you strain yourself.
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I don't think the label makes the artist or the artist makes the label. It's the music that makes everything work or not.
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If you have a startup that's keeping it up at night because you think it's so great, then you should do that.
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I usually get up between 7 A.M. and 8 A.M., have coffee, and go right to work. It's really important not to get sidetracked in the morning so I'm still in that dreamy state for my writing.
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You were born as the one you are.
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I never thought I was going to leave the trap. I even told my mother, 'I'm gonna be the trap God.'
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My parents sent me to a dance class, so it was a road chosen by them, not me. But I enjoyed it so much I knew I would become a performer.
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The Guinness book is a very elitist organization. There's nothing scientific about what they do. They just have an office full of people who decide what is a record and what isn't.
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It is not just for a few states to sit and veto global approvals.
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For women especially, it's important to be financially independent.
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The thing that everyone remembers about 'Bambi' is that moment. 'The Lion King,' took it to quite an extreme because it was an action sequence: his father was killed in a wildebeest stampede - I related, because mine was, too.
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When I'm a brunette, it's four times harder to hail a taxi. Then I go blonde again, and suddenly there are taxis everywhere.
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I write about heartbreak because I like writing about sad things, but I'm writing happy songs, too!
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God made us: invented us as a man invents an engine. A car is made to run on petrol, and it would not run properly on anything else. Now God designed the human machine to run on Himself.
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'This isn’t the first. People have been making malware that does this for a few years now. There’s a word for it: ‘ransomware.’'
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I have lots of interests, but it's true that dancing is a very full-time job.
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There was a sentence in your letter that struck me, “I wish I were far away from everything, I am the cause of all, and bring only sorrow to everybody, I alone have brought all this misery on myself and others.” These words struck me because that same feeling, just the same, not more nor less, is also on my conscience.
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I always sang in school choirs and went on tours to other countries. I have always loved it. It's a very communal thing, and you really connect with people.
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I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods: I envy not the beast that takes His license in the field of time, Unfetter’d by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate’er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; ‘Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
