Conrad Aiken Quotes
We rub the darkness from our eyes,And face our thousand devious secret mornings . . .And do not see how the pale mist, slowly ascending,Shaped by the sun, shines like a white-robed dreamerCompassionate over our towers bending.
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When you encounter difficulties and contradictions, do not try to break them, but bend them with gentleness and time.
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I'm not a video brat. I don't derive all my inspiration through movies. I get it from a lot of other places, too.
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If some people have the belief or view that the Dalai Lama has some miracle power, that's totally nonsense.
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As a musician myself, it annoys the hell out of me to watch an actor trying to play a guitar out of time with the music.
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To succeed in business, to reach the top, an individual must know all it is possible to know about that business.
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Tell people you're a Canadian or a Kiwi when you travel and they'll adore you.
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'Shameless' was such a weird time in my life because I never really experienced any kind of role that put me that much in the spotlight before.
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On June 23, 1864, Ambrose Bierce was in command of a skirmish line of Union soldiers at Kennesaw Mountain in northern Georgia. He'd been a soldier for three years and, in that time, had been commended by his superiors for his efficiency and bravery during battle.
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I was never the girl who tore pictures out of wedding magazines.
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You make movies for the people. If critics happen to like them too, well, that's a home run.
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I carried through well with my tennis. I got the respect by usage of the tennis racket.
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When I approach guys in certain situations and talk to them about Christ, they know that I'm speaking to them in a way that's real.
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In a democratic age, you can't buck demography - except through civil war.
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Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
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I gambled and I lost. I failed in securing my options for this choice for myself, but I succeeded in verifying the Dark Age is still with us.
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I feel like if you enjoyed the 119 hours that precede the finale of 'Lost,' is that whole experience ruined by the fact that you might not agree with everything that we did in the finale? I would hope not! I would hope that you would appreciate the fact that you were entertained for 119 hours even if you didn't love the finale.
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One of the fun things about unreliable narrators is they can be funny. You can admire things about them and laugh with them.
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I would definitely love to be a parent.
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We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
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But a mother is like a broomstick or like the sun in the heavens, it does not matter which as far as one's knowledge of her is concerned: the broomstick is there and the sun is there; and whether the child is beaten by it or warmed and enlightened by it, it accepts it as a fact in nature, and does not conceive it as having had youth, passions, and weaknesses, or as still growing, yearning, suffering, and learning.
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Sometimes I wonder if I would've been more successful if I wasn't acting and I concentrated on other things. But I love being on set. I love working with my 100 crew members.
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There's no nation under the sun can beat the English for ill-politeness: for my part, I hate the very sight of them; and so I shall only just visit a person of quality or two of my particular acquaintance, and then I shall go back again to France.
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For not by art does the poet sing, but by power divine. Had he learned by rules of art, he would have known how to speak not of one theme only, but of all; and therefore God takes away the minds of poets, and uses them as his ministers, as he also uses diviners and holy prophets, in order that we who hear them may know them to be speaking not of themselves who utter these priceless words in a state of unconsciousness, but that God himself is the speaker, and that through them he is conversing with us.
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We rub the darkness from our eyes,And face our thousand devious secret mornings . . .And do not see how the pale mist, slowly ascending,Shaped by the sun, shines like a white-robed dreamerCompassionate over our towers bending.
