Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Quotes to Explore
If I'm not on tour or in the studio, I'm in nature somewhere, usually some kind of ocean. Playing music has afforded me that. It's not lost on me that it's a tremendous opportunity to be able to spend your life being surrounded by nature.
Eddie Vedder
Pearl Jam
I have to be careful what I eat before going onstage, to avoid an upset stomach.
Samantha Bond
You may not be able to read a doctor's handwriting and prescription, but you'll notice his bills are neatly typewritten.
Earl Wilson
Love can never make you weak, and love is not restricted to opposite sex. I love my parents, I love my animals, and I love my profession.
Randeep Hooda
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world.
Samuel Beckett
I wrote and finished the script for 'Man in the Middle' two weeks after the September 11 bombing. It's a very American film about an ex-diplomat based in the Middle East, a leader in the U.S. administration who now sells used cars in the Middle East.
Ziad Doueiri
Finally, everything that has been part of my life, whether I wanted it to or not, has expressed itself in my dresses.
Christian Dior
I pride myself on being courteous to people, and trying to fashion good relations.
John Bercow
It is like therapy to write and have people connect with it. That's the kind of music I connect with most.
Aubrie Sellers
It's customary, at times like this, to say a few words. A man shouldn't die with no understanding of why he's been murdered. I do not pride myself on my eloquence, and so I will keep this simple.
Matthew Stover
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
T. S. Eliot
Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
