Conrad Aiken Quotes
Once I loved, and she I loved was darkened.Again I loved, and love itself was darkened.Vainly we follow the circle of shadowy days.The screen at last grows dark, the flutes are silent.The doors of night are closed. We go our ways.
Conrad Aiken
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If God, as some now say, is dead, He no doubt died of trying to find an equitable solution to the Arab-Jewish problem.
I. F. Stone
A lot happens in 20 years.
Pat Morita
Friendship, like the immortality of the soul, is too good to be believed.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
I'm nearsighted in my right eye, have glaucoma in my left, and the nerves in my hands are on Medicare. Basically, I'm on the wrong end of a short sale.
Gary McCord
Looking beautiful isn't just about what you apply on your face. It's the little things you do that matter. A combination of a good diet, exercise, healthy habits, discipline, dancing etc. is what my beauty routine consists of. Also, I have no bad habits; I don't drink or smoke. All these contribute to me being fit and looking good.
Madhuri Dixit
I love young men, lots of them, your ancient masculine double standard.
Vera Miles
The object of our prayers should not be to present a wish list or a series of requests but to secure for ourselves and for others blessings that God is eager to bestow, according to His will and timing.
David A. Bednar
She said the object and color in the materials around us actually have a physical effect on us, on how we feel.
Florence Nightingale
My mother has always kept the entire family together - my dad, due to his business, has always been travelling, and hence, she at times had to play the role of a father and a mother as well.
Karan Patel
At one of my old schools, I didn't tell anyone I was doing my first album because I was worried they'd be like, 'Who does she think she is?' So I just let them find out for themselves.
Dionne Bromfield
Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.
William Blake
Once I loved, and she I loved was darkened.Again I loved, and love itself was darkened.Vainly we follow the circle of shadowy days.The screen at last grows dark, the flutes are silent.The doors of night are closed. We go our ways.
Conrad Aiken
