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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Anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.
Joanne Rowling
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 don't dabble and spend much mind or time dealing with, I don't know, people's perceptions of me. I truly don't.
Matthew McConaughey
On television, I tried to absolutely hew to the middle of the road and not show any prejudice or bias in any way.
Walter Cronkite
I think, for the most part, our culture embraces that artists are born, not made.
Chris Van Allsburg
The sexiest thing my girlfriend has ever done for me is when she planned three full days of events, meals, and surprises for my birthday. It was like one continuous gift.
Chris Wood
Weave me a rope from this dark despair, from this dull-eyed pain... Weave me a rope from this endless night, from this distant shore... Weave me a rope that will pull me through these impossible times.
Tim Finn
Crowded House
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