Felicia Hemans Quotes
But fair the exil'd Palm-tree grewMidst foliage of no kindred hue;Through the laburnum’s dropping goldRose the light shaft of Orient mould,And Europe’s violets, faintly sweet,Purpled the mossbeds at its feet.
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My manners, abominable at times, can be sweet.
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In the streets, they're very nice. On Twitter, there are people who love to hate me. Sometimes people get mean. I tend to answer like, 'Careful now, know who you're dealing with...' They're like, 'I'm sorry! Don't send the Lord of Light after me!' It's fun to play with that.
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A piece of wall can be visually disintegrated from the whole into a separate triangle by plunging a diagonal of light from edge to edge on the wall; that is, side to floor, for instance.
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I'll drive down the street, and I'll practice improv. I will sit there at a red light and see two guys talking to each other, and I will just start playing both characters. I can't hear them, but I can see their mouths moving, so I'll just put words in their mouths.
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There are more books in the world than hours in which to read them. We are thus deeply influenced by books we haven't read, that we haven't had the time to read.
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My music is a little dark, and my lyrics are a little darker. Every day, I'm fighting towards the light.
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I grew up with three little brothers. Every Christmas, we'd have piles of toy trucks and Lincoln Logs and G.I. Joes under the tree. Those were for them. For me? My No. 1 favorite present of all time: books. Two or three tall stacks of wonderful stories that I could lose myself in for weeks.
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When you're in a fighter jet and there's a dark layer of clouds with just one blue hole with the sun going through it, you shoot for that hole. You go vertical into the light, and suddenly, instead of gray and dark, it's light and blue. You are totally connected with the elements. You are in another world.
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Sweet potatoes are ideal for lazy days: just bake, then mash and mix with yogurt, butter or olive oil.
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The Self is self-luminous without darkness and light, and is the reality which is self-manifest. Therefore, one should not think of it as this or as that. The very thought of thinking will end in bondage.
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I am deeply grieved by the loss of the crew of Columbia. I express my sincere condolences to the families and friends of the astronauts. I believe that their names will remain as the bright sparkling stars in the universe and will light the way for those who will follow them on the difficult roads of space exploration.
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The gospel needs to be preached all over the world. You cannot light a candle and put it under a roof.
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A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
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When we consider the fact that nearly three-quarters of the surface of the globe is covered by oceanic water, we begin to realise that the molecular scattering of light in liquids may possess an astronomical significance, in fact contribute in an important degree to the observed albedo of the earth.
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I feel like a tree. A tree doesn't feel a duty to start doing something about the earth from which it comes. A tree just has to bear fruit, and leaves and blossoms. It doesn't feel grateful to the earth.
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I live in such a sweet world in the world of 'Home Improvement' that I tend to be drawn to stuff that's really on the other end of the spectrum entirely.
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O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.
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Now, I love painting. I love looking. I love the fact that they don't move. They constantly change with the light. They are sort of patient.
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Remember that the happiest people are not those getting more, but those giving more.
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His mouth is for export and his head has no entrance.
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What I learned on 'Homicide' was that each show deserves its own look.
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The first kiss can be as terrifying as the last.
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That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for entrance?
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But fair the exil'd Palm-tree grewMidst foliage of no kindred hue;Through the laburnum’s dropping goldRose the light shaft of Orient mould,And Europe’s violets, faintly sweet,Purpled the mossbeds at its feet.
