Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
With me poetry has been not a purpose, but a passion; and the passions should be held in reverence: they must not they cannot at will be excited, with an eye to the paltry compensations, or the more paltry commendations, of mankind.
Edgar Allan Poe
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I think maybe because I do other things and they mean as much to me as movie acting, it takes the onus off me. It's not the end of the world if I can't get a film job, or if a movie doesn't turn out well - even though I don't like it when that happens.
Viggo Mortensen
The American dream seems to be thriving in Europe not at home.
Fareed Zakaria
If the books are selling, the money will follow.
Larry Kirshbaum
In the end, I was doing night shoots on 'Gilmore Girls' and then wrapping and going straight from 'Gilmore Girls' to 'Roadies.'
Tanc Sade
What fools call 'wasting time' is most often the best investment.
Nassim Nicholas Taleb
Well it's bulls and blood,It's dust and mud,It's the roar of a Sunday crowd.It's the white in his knuckles,The gold in the buckle,He'll win the next go 'round.It's boots and chaps,It's cowboy hats,It's spurs and latigo.It's the ropes and the reins,And the joy and the pain,And they call the thing rodeo.
Garth Brooks
It is for the sake of order that I seduced Clytemnestra, for the sake of order that I killed my king. I wanted for order to rule and that it rule through me. I have lived without desire, without love, without hope: I made order. Oh! terrible and divine passion!
Jean-Paul Sartre
I choose to fill my days with what I'm passionate about, and live with purpose.
Ann Curry
There's beauty in anger, and anger for me is a passion.
Alexander McQueen
the purpose of foreign policy is to persuade others to do what we want or, better yet, to want what we want.
Madeleine Albright
I want 'Rent' to last forever.
Jesse L. Martin
With me poetry has been not a purpose, but a passion; and the passions should be held in reverence: they must not they cannot at will be excited, with an eye to the paltry compensations, or the more paltry commendations, of mankind.
Edgar Allan Poe