Lord Byron Quotes
The castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine.
Lord Byron
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You can de-select the songs that you don't want to have on the record, but I hope we always put something out that has a lot of songs that the majority of people will love.
Zac Brown Band
The whole atmosphere of the book, the tone of 'The Hobbit,' is of a kid's adventure story, told in the first person by Tolkien, who is introducing young people to the notion of Middle-earth. A lot of it is very light-hearted.
Ian Mckellen
Stories are the common ground that allow people to connect, despite all our defences and all our differences.
Kate Forsyth
When I drive through a field, I want to see green grass sometimes, and I don't want to see black and white.
Sam Mendes
The goal as a musician, I think, is to be able to make music as a living for the rest of your life.
Taylor Momsen
Justice must not only be seen to be done but has to be seen to be believed.
J. B. Morton
I was going to finish my university degree after finishing 'The Tailors,' but 'Pinocchio' made me to take another semester off.
Park Shin-hye
Let men of all ranks whether they are successful, or unsuccessful, whether they triumph or not; let them do their duty, and rest satisfied.
Plato
There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into the mist as though it would prop up the melancholy sky and protect beneath itself the faint lonely flame on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which looked like the last grave of mankind in the midst of night and loneliness.
Erich Maria Remarque
I see black light (his last words).
Victor Hugo
I really don't have time for nonsense.
Caster Semenya
The castled crag of Drachenfels, Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossom'd trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, And scatter'd cities crowning these, Whose far white walls along them shine.
Lord Byron
