Conor Oberst Quotes
And your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow / When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself / It's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing / Or a simple song of hope.
Conor Oberst
Bright Eyes
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I don't want to look back and say, 'Yeah, I was really successful, but I failed at fatherhood because I wasn't there.'
Zac Brown Band
There are those who seem to feel they have no choice about being jerks in the present because they had a crappy childhood. Well, that's the definition of childhood; nobody gets out alive. You either get stronger from what you experience, or you turn it into a crutch, an excuse, a dodge.
J. Michael Straczynski
Now I am within thirty yards of him. He must fall. The gun pours out its stream of lead. Then it jams. Then it reopens fire. That jam almost saved his life.
Manfred von Richthofen
Probably the most useful thing I can do as secretary of state is to assist the president in adapting and renewing the transnational institutions that were created after World War II.
Warren Christopher
It's my job, too, to keep up with pop culture and what the kids are into 'cause you don't want to sound like an old man trying to write for kids. I spend a lot of my time spying on them.
R. L. Stine
I have always done exercise because I was a dancer, and it is probably good for you. I have done yoga consistently.
Francesca Annis
No person is ever good for much, that hasn't been swept off their feet by enthusiasm between ages twenty and thirty.
James Anthony Froude
Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.
Hermann Hesse
No person who is enthusiastic about his work has anything to fear from life.
Samuel Goldwyn
It requires courage to make good choices, even when others around us choose differently. As we make righteous choices day by day in little things, the Lord will strengthen us and help us choose the right during more difficult times.
William Craig Zwick
In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.
William Morris
And your eyes must do some raining if you're ever gonna grow / When crying don't help, you can't compose yourself / It's best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing / Or a simple song of hope.
Conor Oberst
Bright Eyes