Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Leadership is intangible, and therefore no weapon ever designed can replace it.
Omar N. Bradley
No actor who's any good can say truthfully to themselves, 'Yeah, I'm good; I've got this sorted.'
Gabriel Byrne
Often with television, particularly with lifestyle entertainment, they really try and box you in.
Nadia Giosia
It was becoming clear that, from being at the top at Holy Cross, we were at the bottom at St. Peter's. Objectively, this was very good, for it offered us a challenge and an opportunity to grow if we were ready to take it; and we surely were.
Oliver Tambo
There has been a tendency through the years for reason and moderation to prevail as long as things are going tolerably well or as long as our problems seem clear and finite and manageable.
J. William Fulbright
Whether defending our nation as a Black Hawk pilot abroad or serving our veterans and those in need at home, my life has been enriched by the opportunities I've had to serve my country and fellow citizens, both in and out of uniform.
Tammy Duckworth
Why is there such a gap between nonspeaking animals and speaking man, when there is no other such gap in nature?Is it possible that a theory of man is nothing more nor less than a theory of the speaking creatures?
Walker Percy
Well, I suppose that, in a sense, every screen role is a favourite with me.
Dinah Sheridan
DO NOT HARM THE THINGS WHICH ARE TARZAN'S. TARZAN WATCHES. TARZAN OF THE APES.
Edgar Rice Burroughs
Dr. Phil is hiding something. Otherwise, why wouldn't he use his last name?
Garry Shandling
I suspect that a lot of studio executives still think of me as 'what's-his-name'.
Chris Cooper
The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
