Famous Quotes & Sayings

Sonakshi Sinha

I enjoy my work, no matter who I am working with. Even if you give me a solo silent film, I will enjoy it.

Erinn Smart

Being one point ahead at the end - that's all that matters.

Angelina Jolie

We'll be on our way to Pakistan in a matter of days.

Arlen Specter

I think it's more a matter for them than us because we've got ... a lot of matters which take precedence over this for our own time,

Fritz Haber

Death is death no matter how it is inflicted

Ben Braaten

No matter what, we are going to pressure the ball.

Galvin Morris

No matter what the score is, they've now been in that situation. They now can say we've been there before and we can come back.

Bruce Lowry

Any time we're a subject matter of one of these rumors we don't talk. There's nothing to be gained.

Peter Medawar

The attempt to discover and promulgate the truth is nevertheless an obligation upon all scientists, one that must be persevered in no matter what the rebuffs—for otherwise what is the point in being a scientist?

Amy Winehouse

I always try to write a song to work things out with myself and I want to do it with a little punchline at the end, because I never want to remember anything bad in my life.

Amy Winehouse

I don't listen to a lot of new stuff. I just like the old stuff. It's all quite dramatic and atmospheric. You'd have an entire story in song. I never listen to, like, white music - I couldn't sing you a Zeppelin or Floyd song.

Amy Winehouse

I write songs about stuff that I can't really get past personally - and then I write a song about it and I feel better.

Amy Winehouse

All the songs I write are about human dynamics, whether it's with girlfriends, boyfriends, or family.

Amy Winehouse

I always wrote poetry and stuff like that, so putting songs together wasn't that spectacular.

Alexander Pope

Of little use, the man you may suppose, Who says in verse what others say in prose; Yet let me show a poet's of some weight, And (though no soldier) useful to the state, What will a child learn sooner than a song? What better teach a foreigner the tongue? What's long or short, each accent where to place And speak in public with some sort of grace?

Alexander Pope

Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.

Alex Turner

Every time you write a song, you're looking for some sort of perfection, and you never quite reach it. You're always looking for that extra missing piece.

Alex Turner

Sometimes writing songs is like waiting for deliveries.

Nick Swisher

It's been like that all spring. It's just that balls decided to hang up there. It's hard to catch it when you can't see it. But that's how it's going to be in Oakland in the afternoon anyway.

Georg Brandes

The loathing of mankind is a force that surprises and overwhelms one, fed by hundreds of springs concealed his subconsciousness. One only detects its presence after having long entertained it unawares.

William Ellery Channing

It feeds and grows on the blood which it sheds. The passions , from which it springs, gain strength and fury from indulgence.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

'Tis a month before the month of May, And the spring comes slowly up this way.

Samuel L. Jackson

The Romans had, like other Pagan nations, a nature festival, called by them Saturnalia, and the Northern peoples had Yule; both celebrated the turn of the year from the death of winter to the life of spring - the winter solstice. As this was an auspicious change the festival was a very joyous one... The giving of presents and the burning of candles characterized it. Among the Northern people the lighting of a huge log in the houses of the great and with appropriate ceremonies was a feature.

W. S. Merwin

I have been younger in October than in all the months of spring.

William Cowper

Pity! Religion has so seldom found A skilful guide into poetic ground! The flowers would spring where'er she deign'd to stray And every muse attend her in her way.

William Cowper

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Tove Jansson

It's a funny thing about bogs. You can fill them with rocks and sand and old logs and make a little fenced-in yard on top with a woodpile and chopping block - but bogs go right on behaving like bogs. Early in the spring they breathe ice and make their own mist, in remembrance of the time when they had black water and their own sedge blossoming untouched.