Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes
Rejoice, oh! grieving heart,The hours fly past;With each some sorrow dies,With each some shadow flies,Until at lastThe red dawn in the eastBids weary night depart,And pain is past.
Adelaide Anne Procter
Quotes to Explore
For all its terrible faults, in one sense America is still the last, best hope of mankind, because it spells out so vividly the kind of happiness that most people actually want, regardless of what they are told they ought to want.
Ferdinand Mount
We have invented a new human right here - the right to return home after a war.
Paddy Ashdown
Perhaps too much of everything is as bad as too little.
Edna Ferber
Jazz infers a style, but creative music has a wider field and wider specification about it. We know it from people like Scott Joplin and on through Bessie Smith.
Wadada Leo Smith
They're very strong in memory. Didn't do very much in microprocessors or digital signal processing.
Jack Kilby
I played sports year around: basketball, soccer, softball and I ran track year around, from the time I was, like, six, seven.
Gabrielle Union
You can't have a relationship with a device whose limits are unknown to you, because without limits, it keeps becoming something else.
Brian Eno
Roxy Music
Who made me laugh when I was growing was Chaplin and the Marx Brothers, and then moving on, there were so many that I was a writer for for many years: I was a writer for the Smothers Brothers, Lily Tomlin, then I started on 'Saturday Night Live' as the head writer the first year we started it.
Chevy Chase
I wish I had a lot of tattoos.
Kristen Wiig
Redwoods flourish in fog, but they don't like salt air. They tend to appear in valleys that are just out of sight of the sea. In their relationship with the sea, redwoods are like cats that long to be stroked but are shy to the touch.
Richard Preston
The sea of faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled. But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Matthew Arnold
Rejoice, oh! grieving heart,The hours fly past;With each some sorrow dies,With each some shadow flies,Until at lastThe red dawn in the eastBids weary night depart,And pain is past.
Adelaide Anne Procter
