Claude McKay Quotes
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,A chafing savage, down the decent street;And passion rends my vitals as I pass,Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Claude McKay
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It is reason, and not passion, which must guide our deliberations, guide our debate, and guide our decision.
Barbara Jordan
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
Victor Hugo
If you have real passion for a career in game shows, be willing to serve an apprenticeship; it's the best way to learn.
Randy West
When you have a passion for something then you tend not only to be better at it, but you work harder at it too.
Vera Wang
I like to do comedy. It's my real passion. I want to make people laugh.
Gad Elmaleh
When I go to Indian reservations in the West, and especially to the Pine Ridge Reservation, I sometimes feel unsure where to put my foot when I open the car door. The very ground is different from where I usually stand. There are fewer curbs, fewer sidewalks, and almost no street signs, mailboxes, or leashed dogs.
Ian Frazier
Hiking is a great passion of mine, and I find myself picking up empty bottles.
Sam Heughan
Jonathan Lynn is one of the last actors Orsen Welles used in a production. It was wonderful. He's very sharp, very sharp. It's funny I've been asked how weird it was to have a Brit do a church gospel movie.
Cuba Gooding, Jr.
The film Punch - Drunk Love is how you see the world when you're in love. You don't see somebody's psychological baggage necessarily, you see the person walking out of the light.
Emily Watson
My father really was not the dominant person who raised the family, it was my mother who raised the family.
Stevie Wonder
He has his good side and his bad side. Very dark indeed is his majesty when he wants to be. When he was young, he made a choice, like a tree does when it decides to grow one way or the other. He grew large and green until he shadowed over the whole forest, but most of his branches are twisted.
Nancy Farmer
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,A chafing savage, down the decent street;And passion rends my vitals as I pass,Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Claude McKay
