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
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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
If you're doing television, you get to be a character for a long time, and the cast around you becomes like family. You get attached to playing that one character, and it's hard leaving them behind.
Sammi Hanratty
There's always a reason not to do anything... to flee the need to make decisions.
Yair Lapid
The two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light.
Jonathan Swift
Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness, to pull another hand into the light.
Norm Rice
As an actor you become that lighting rod between the person who made the play and the audience.
Christopher Walken
In college, before video games, we would amuse ourselves by posing programming exercises.
Ken Thompson
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