Lord Byron Quotes
Who hath not proved how feebly words essayTo fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sightFaints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confessThe might, the majesty of loveliness?
Lord Byron
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I was always very determined and ambitious, and I knew I would do something that would let me travel and stuff, but I didn't know really know what I would do to get there.
Rachel Stevens
The public's nerves are raw and edgy. You have to be discreet and understanding about the films you are showing.
Jack Valenti
At 10, I heard Neil Diamond's 'Solitary Man' and it moved me so deeply I stood, frozen in place during school recess, feeling such empathy for the narrator in Diamond's masterpiece that my heart was smashed.
Dan Hill
My grandma passed away at 98 1/2 and I want to live to 100. I want to be able to do what I can do even at 100.
Gail Devers
I went in and auditioned for one of the main guys for 'The League' when it was first casting, and I was so excited because I was like, 'Oh my God, this is my life!' I love fantasy football, and I play with my buddies, and my wife is frustrated with it.
Ike Barinholtz
Free speech is not a bogus issue. It is an issue.
Wayne Rogers
People do have a - people, unlike politicians, are allowed to change their minds. People are allowed to look back and say, you know what, all things considered, I don't think that was the smart move.
Chris Matthews
Oh, she had yet the task to learnHow often woman's heart must turnTo feed upon its own excessOf deep yet passionate tenderness!How much of grief the heart must proveThat yields a sanctuary to love!
Letitia Elizabeth Landon
He that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it hath already committed breakfast with it in his heart
C. S. Lewis
That's the miracle of fiction. I use it to spray on certain moments or places from my youth.
Patrick Modiano
Who hath not proved how feebly words essayTo fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray? Who doth not feel, until his failing sightFaints into dimness with its own delight, His changing cheek, his sinking heart, confessThe might, the majesty of loveliness?
Lord Byron