Edgar Allan Poe Quotes
Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow!
Edgar Allan Poe
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Working with Bruno Mars would be really awesome. I'm such a fan of his, and I love that he's a real artist.
Becky G
In the past, the West had tried to export one formula of democracy which should fit to the rest of the world, and they discovered that this doesn't work.
Abdul Aziz Al Ghurair
I would give no thought of what the world might say of me, if I could only transmit to posterity the reputation of an honest man.
Sam Houston
You can do anything as long as you have the passion, the drive, the focus, and the support.
Sabrina Bryan
The very idea of marriage is basic to recognition as equals in our society; any status short of that is inferior, unjust, and unconstitutional.
Ted Olson
All I remember is the last time I played a videogame, it was Space Invaders.
Rachel Dratch
It's no accident that most self-help groups use 'anonymous' in their names; to Americans, the first step toward redemption is a ritual wiping out of the self, followed by the construction of a new one.
Walter Kirn
I always want to become better. If never being satisfied is a problem, then I have it. At least it's a good problem.
Zlatan Ibrahimovic
As a parent, I want my kids to have an optimistic outlook, and one that has hope, and that makes sense, where good does triumph over evil and it's not cynical, and it's not snarky.
Dee Bradley Baker
Now, the president would like to do tax reform, which would obviously lower rates for most people in America and make the tax code fair and get rid of loopholes and special treatment. But absent tax reform, the president believes the right way to get our fiscal house in order is ask the wealthy to pay their fair share.
David Plouffe
When she was 16, my grandmother, Hannie Reed, drove a wagon in the Oklahoma land rush.
Elizabeth Warren
Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow!
Edgar Allan Poe