Lord Byron Quotes
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
Lord Byron
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I want to be remembered like Pete Rose. 'Charlie Hustle.' I want people to say, 'Wherever he was, he was always giving it his all.'
Walter Payton
My teacher, my great cello teacher Leonard Rose, was such a great cellist, and nurturing man, very patient. But I grew up not only admiring him, but obviously Casals, Rostrotovich, Jacqueline du Pre, and many others, including many of my peers and contemporaries.
Yo-Yo Ma
The great triumph of the Sixties was to dramatize just how arbitrary and constructed the seeming normality of the Fifties had been. We rose up from our maple-wood twin beds and fell onto the great squishy, heated water bed of the Sixties.
Edmund White
My desk is covered with talismans: pieces of rose quartz, wishing stones from a favorite beach.
Dani Shapiro
I don't consider 'American Rose' to be a biography so much as a microcosm of 20th-century America, told through Gypsy's tumultuous life - it's 'Horatio Alger meets Tim Burton.'
Karen Abbott
An indigo snake leaves a lasting impression.
Padgett Powell
I liked the girly cartoons. I was very much a girly-girl.
Kirsten Dunst
Surely in much talk there cannot choose but be much vanity. Loquacity is the fistula of the mind,--ever-running and almost incurable, let every man, therefore, be a Phocion or Pythagorean, to speak briefly to the point or not at all; let him labor like them of Crete, to show more wit in his discourse than words, and not to pour out of his mouth a flood of the one, when he can hardly wring out of his brains a drop of the other.
Herbert Spencer
In the choice between changing ones mind and proving there's no need to do so, most people get busy on the proof.
John Kenneth Galbraith
Unglück. - Die Auszeichnung, welche im Unglück liegt (als ob es ein Zeichen von Flachheit, Anspruchslosigkeit, Gewöhnlichkeit sei, sich glücklich zu fühlen), ist so gross, dass wenn Jemand Einem sagt: 'Aber wie glücklich Sie sind!' man gewöhnlich protestirt.
Friedrich Nietzsche
A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.
Lord Byron
