Arthur Hugh Clough Quotes
’Twas on a sunny summer dayI trod a mighty city’s street,And when I started on my wayMy heart was full of fancies sweet;But soon, as nothing could be seen,But countenances sharp and keen,Nought heard or seen around but toldOf something bought or something sold,And none that seemed to think or careThat any save himself was there.
Arthur Hugh Clough
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There has to be so many other ways of approaching airline security than demeaning ourselves by giving up a lot of our dignities and our liberty to do this.
Quico Canseco
A lot of people go in and have to create their own characters, and they do fine with it.
D. B. Weiss
In the 5 years, well over 60,000 American families have been broken apart by the absence of insurance because the only way for parents to get treatment for their children is to turn the custody of those children over to the State.
Patrick J. Kennedy
I have been a Republican, and I've worked in Republican circles for so long, and I know that there are really smart, good policy ideas that are grounded in conservative ideology that could be persuasive for women, especially in an election where no one was really excited about either candidate.
Dana Perino
I think novelists should be disciplined and self-imposed working hours. I work a lot, but I don't feel that I'm working. I always feel that there is a child in me, healthy, and I'm playing.
Orhan Pamuk
I think I've developed, as many people do, this sense of, 'Don't say the wrong thing, or else people will point at you and laugh.'
Taylor Swift
These are the days when birds come back, a very few, a Bird or two, to take a backward look.
Emily Dickinson
I'm not interested in closure. Some people just have heart attacks and die, right? There's no closure.
Larry David
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
Elizabeth Ashley
Now I know that at the heart of the universe is joy.
Paul Claudel
’Twas on a sunny summer dayI trod a mighty city’s street,And when I started on my wayMy heart was full of fancies sweet;But soon, as nothing could be seen,But countenances sharp and keen,Nought heard or seen around but toldOf something bought or something sold,And none that seemed to think or careThat any save himself was there.
Arthur Hugh Clough