Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Quotes to Explore
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I had trouble with my temper all the way through the minor leagues.
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I went to a strict elementary school with nuns, and uniforms that I'm pretty sure were made out of sandpaper. It was an academic, sports-oriented place. I liked to read, and wanted to act, and didn't try out for volleyball. I was weird. The other girls would dip my hair in ink and stuff.
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Truth never damages a cause that is just.
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Some people dream of success, while other people get up every morning and make it happen.
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Acting is something that I always wanted, but I never paid attention to the notion that it might actually work out. You have all sorts of ideas about what you want to do - at one stage, I wanted to be a jockey - but this is the one that's a big deal.
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Freedom is secured every day by our men and women in uniform. We must build a future worthy of their sacrifice.
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The 1920s and 1930s were a period of sensational productivity growth: new products were springing up all over the place, and most of those new products and new methods were developed by people who started their own companies.
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If I had been straight, I would have been an entirely different person. I would never have turned toward writing with a burning desire to confess, to understand, to justify myself in the eyes of others... I wouldn't have been impelled to live in New York and choose the hard poverty of bohemia over the soft comfort of the business world.
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It's a 360-degree sound experience. Like you're in the middle of the band. A lot of people have the technology to play the format, so why not put it out there. It sounds great.
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I'm like the wine. The older I get, the better I get.
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Mainly what I learned from Buddy... was an attitude. He loved music, and he taught me that it shouldn't have any barriers to it.
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As far as guys who perform onstage, I love Chris Rock. I'm kind of jaded on everyone else.
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I support capital punishment. But let's be clear: It's a decision for each state to make.
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It's kind of cool to have the whole country at your back. Not just a city, but the whole country is rooting for you.
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A lot of people don't love their bank.
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I'm fortunate enough to be living my dreams and a lot of other peoples' dreams.
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Living en famille provides the strongest motives for rudeness combined with the maximum opportunity for displaying it.
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I tell jokes, and I have fun, but I tend to worry about everybody and everything throughout the entire world.
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Nothing embitters my old age like the circulation of absurd stories that I retire as civilization advances, that I shun the white men and seek the Indians, and that now even when old, I seek to retire beyond the second Alleganies.
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I'm my own worst critic. I could tell the critics a thing or two about my shows.
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Americans appreciate the way our friends around the world are sticking by us, and we all hope for their continued support in what's going to be some very trying times.
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Every mother I've ever met, pretty much without exception, is doing the best job she can ever do.
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How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!
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Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
