Conrad Aiken Quotes
And there was one, beneath black eaves, who thought,Combing with lifted arms her golden hair,Of the lover who hurried towards her through the night;And there was one who dreamed of a sudden deathAs she blew out her light.
Conrad Aiken
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Photography, painting or poetry – those are just extensions of me, how I perceive things; they are my way of communicating.
Viggo Mortensen
My marks were always bad, and I was a bad influence on other children, so they would explain to my mother that they could retain me only by being partial towards me, and so I should offer to leave the school myself. I would barely get 40-50% and was also extremely naughty.
Ram Charan
What's important is to be able to see yourself, I think, as having commonality with other people and not determine, because of your good luck, that everybody is less significant, less interesting, less important than you are.
Harrison Ford
My wife's income allowed me to do what I really loved. I realized that women's liberation is men's liberation, too.
Warren Farrell
I would be lying if I told you that I hadn't had aspirations to run for a statewide office.
Wendy Davis
In the studio, I'm always throwing people on different instruments.
Beck
Growing up, I was the plain one. I had no style. I was the tough kid with the comb in the back pocket and the feathered hair.
Cameron Diaz
I had an investor who said to me he'd keep his money with me as long as I didn't have a girlfriend and I didn't start combing my hair.
Martin Shkreli
When I think of greatness, I think of guys like Earl Campbell and Gale Sayers and Walter Payton, and these individuals who, it's unanimous they're going to make a difference - when they're coming out of college, there's no doubt.
Jim Brown
When you've got eight or nine or ten cables running around with someone trying to operate them, it's too much.
Peter Mayhew
It is only when we no longer compulsively need someone that we can have a real relationship with them.
Anthony Storr
And there was one, beneath black eaves, who thought,Combing with lifted arms her golden hair,Of the lover who hurried towards her through the night;And there was one who dreamed of a sudden deathAs she blew out her light.
Conrad Aiken
