Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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As the great grandchildren of the industrial revolution, we have learned, at last, that the heedless pursuit of more is unsustainable and, ultimately, unfulfilling. Our planet, our security, our sense of equanimity and our very souls demand something better, something different.
Gary Hamel
People say that about me, that I apparently buy houses near every boy I like - that's a thing that I apparently do. If I like you I will apparently buy up the real-estate market just to freak you out so you leave me.
Taylor Swift
Ten people who speak make more noise than ten thousand who are silent.
Napoleon Bonaparte
I am not going to share my private life with millions of people. I don't find a need to do that and nobody else close to me does either.
Francesca Annis
People say I have my own Cinderella story, and in a way, I guess I do.
Laura Osnes
Judicial judgment must take deep account of the day before yesterday in order that yesterday may not paralyze today.
Felix Frankfurter
These are moments in your life to be cherished; they don't come around that often. To be flying around in a 'Game of Thrones' jet, to be greeted by massive enthusiasts.
Natalie Dormer
Something that I think I figured out slowly was if you're playing a show and there's a chatter or there is, you know, a lot of noise - people talking or something - I was never the one whose instinct was to try to be louder than them.
Feist
I just want someone who will love me for me and not judge me for my flaws.
J Dilla
I do not now begin, - I still adore Her whom I early cherish'd in my breast; Then once again with prudence dispossess'd, And to whose heart I'm driven back once more. The love of Petrarch, that all-glorious love, Was unrequited, and, alas, full sad.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe