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
What really makes one indignant about suffering isn't the thing itself but the senselessness of it.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Everything we design and make is an improvisation, a lash-up, something inept and provisional.
David Pye
Much can often be learned by the repetition under different conditions, even if the desired result is not obtained.
Archer John Porter Martin
A very good side playing at the sort of level we are aspiring to.
David Moyes
If studying the periodic table taught me nothing else, it's that the credulity of human beings for periodic table panaceas is pretty much boundless.
Sam Kean
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
