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
I'm normal. I just had a different occupation for a while, and when you're in a different occupation, you have to carry yourself a different way. Most of my art is me bringing you stories from that era of my life. My life now is kind of boring.
Ice T
It's very important not to lose your temper in a courtroom, or in anything else you're doing.
Warren Christopher
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
I'll take being on Baywatch over being Prom Queen any day.
Brande Roderick
I think, for so long, women of different sizes have been pigeonholed, and with every campaign, it's always an adaptation of making fashion but for plus sizes. Sometimes it's in a little bit of a negative way, and plus is always a little bit slow to be fashion forward.
Philomena Kwao
But I think it's more normal for my team to have no success than it is to win two consecutive European cups.
Jose Mourinho
You become what you believe.
Oprah Winfrey
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
