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
When I first moved to L.A., I didn't have a lot of money to join a gym or take classes, so I improvised. My sister and I went to the library and looked over their DVD collection and discovered Neena and Veena, these Egyptian twins who have a whole series of belly dancing routines. We did them all.
AnnaLynne McCord
I was attached to 'Sharp Objects' before 'Big Little Lies,' actually.
Jean-Marc Vallee
I was the son of a publican and a master builder. He ran the Empire Hotel in North Hobart. His name was Max, too. Big Max.
Max Walker
I've got a huge, huge position in mortgage-backed securities. I started accumulating them in 2009, when the market was really down and things were really scary.
Jeff Greene
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
