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?
Quotes to Explore
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I don't see pitches down the middle anymore - not even in batting practice.
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There is no sense in making a film that no-one will go and see, just to create a perfect, but useless, work of art.
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We need more people working in the publishing industry itself who are people of colour.
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If you're in a dark place, you're there for a reason. And the only way to get through to those kids or to other people going through the same thing is really to meet them in that dark place and then slowly bring them to the light.
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Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
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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.
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The public's nerves are raw and edgy. You have to be discreet and understanding about the films you are showing.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Free speech is not a bogus issue. It is an issue.
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A lot of people go in and have to create their own characters, and they do fine with it.
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Italy and France could lop off their excessive wealth through a one-time tax on private wealth.
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You want to read a book? That requires introspection. It requires time away from people and time away from the constant need to communicate and to connect.
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I often feel like not writing! Sometimes I overcome it by just sitting there until writing happens. Sometimes I don't write, because books often need periods of percolation.
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We all accept the visual shorthand used throughout comics: if something's farther away, it'll be drawn with a thinner, simpler line, eventually leaving out most visual information and becoming a gesture, a skeletal representation of a thing.
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In the '70s I was in exile; every time I went back I wondered if they'd take my passport away.
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With every film that you do, you're always so nervous. You feel exposed because you know people will see this eventually. You sort of have to put all that out of your head. What will be will be. But it's nerve wracking.
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Air power speaks a strategic language so new that translation into the hackneyed idiom of the past is impossible.
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When I look back at my career as an author, I don't look at the first book that was ever published as to where my career began - I look to the first book that I ever wrote.
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Oh I'm just a man, that's the way I was made.I'm not too good at sayin' what you need me to say.It's always right there on the tip of my tongue.It might go unsaid but it won't go undone.So when those three little words come so easy to you,I hope you know what I mean when I say, me too.
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I learned that a long walk and calm conversation are an incredible combination if you want to build a bridge.
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Donald Trump participated in something known as the empty box scam. He bought $65,000 worth of jewelry from Bulgari across the street from Trump Tower, and had the record show that it was mailed to him in an out-of-state address. Now, if you're not a New York resident, you may not have to pay sales tax if the jewelry is mailed to you in another state. The problem is, they were empty boxes. It was proven.
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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?
