Algernon Charles Swinburne Quotes
She hath wasted with fire thine high places,She hath hidden and marred and made sadThe fair limbs of the Loves, the fair facesOf gods that were goodly and glad.She slays, and her hands are not bloody;She moves as a moon in the wane,White-robed, and thy raiment is ruddy,Our Lady of Pain.
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I don't wear a lot of color because I live in New York, and I'm sort of color-blind, so colors don't match to me a lot of the times, and it makes me anxious. So I'll always defer back to black.
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There must be a goal at every stage of life! There must be a goal!
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I'm always surprised when an actor goes so deeply into the truth that they shake you to your core.
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As it relates to society in general, I think we are inviting God's judgment on our nation when we shake our fist at him and say, 'We know better than you as to what constitutes a marriage.'
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When I was little, we had a Golden Book that had all these Disney characters in one portrait on the first page. My dad used to read from it every night. We'd play this game of find Pluto or find Donald Duck. He'd read us stories and do all the voices. Those are great memories.
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We do have serious energy needs for the country, we are aware that natural gas is especially in demand because of its air quality benefits: 90 percent of new power plants have been natural gas-powered.
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Arab-led Islamic fundamentalism destabilizes nations from Algeria to the Philippines.
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If transportation technology was moving along as fast as microprocessor technology, then the day after tomorrow I would be able to get in a taxi cab and be in Tokyo in 30 seconds.
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As newly created P2P businesses disrupt the status quo and compete with established companies, they face the difficulty of fitting a square peg into a round hole when it comes to existing regulatory regimes that don't contemplate their business models.
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We live on the circumference of a hollow circle. We draw the circumference, like spiders, out of ourselves: it is all criticism of criticism.
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In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican.
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As we have more women in power, so the plays and the TV dramas are reflecting what's happening.
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Has this world been so kind to you that you should leave with regret? There are better things ahead than any we leave behind.
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No man is ever whipped until he quits in his own mind.
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I can't pretend that I'm a great student of the art of comedy because anybody that becomes philosophical about humour doesn't know what he's talking about.
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I remember watching Gilda Radner when I was a kid and everyone thought she was so funny and no one ever said that she was a funny woman, she was just funny.
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Many people see technology as the problem behind the so-called digital divide. Others see it as the solution. Technology is neither. It must operate in conjunction with business, economic, political and social system.
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The past speaks to us in a thousand voices, warning and comforting, animating and stirring to action.
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I've benefited from the best of both societies and both cultures, East and West.
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An infirmity which affects the whole race, is no proper object for the scorn of an individual who belongs to that race, and who, before he could expose it, must himself have been its slave.
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The likelihood of getting lost is directly proportional to the number of times the direction-giver says, 'You can't miss it'.
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I went to high school in Ellicott City, Maryland, and I felt pretty ambivalent about the whole thing. It just took time away from my doing things on the Internet - like creating clans in Quake II or starting a Web design nonprofit. In school, I was just a kid. Online, I had authority.
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I always wanted to be a fashion designer and I learned costume illustration in high school. That was an incredible high school. It was more like a college. I'm moving more in that direction, just kind of merchandising my name.
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She hath wasted with fire thine high places,She hath hidden and marred and made sadThe fair limbs of the Loves, the fair facesOf gods that were goodly and glad.She slays, and her hands are not bloody;She moves as a moon in the wane,White-robed, and thy raiment is ruddy,Our Lady of Pain.
