which often dealt with themes of love, feminism, and nationalism. Following is our collection on famous quotes by Nizar Qabbani on love, life, diplomatic.
which has been translated into more than 250 languages and sold over 140 million copies worldwide. He was also a pioneering aviator, writing several books about his flying experiences, including Night Flight and Wind, Sand and Stars.
42. “I hate all pain, Given or received; we have enough within us The meanest vassal as the loftiest monarch, Not to add to each other’s natural burden Of mortal misery.”–Lord Byron Other Lord Byron Quotes 43. “And if I laugh at any mortal thing, ‘Tis that I may not weep....
And one night old | fought Othin's son. 34. His hands he washed not, | his hair he combed not, Till he bore to the bale-blaze | Baldr's foe. But in Fensalir | did Frigg weep sore For Valhall's need: | would you know yet more? 35. One did I see | in the wet woods ...
The blog of Sharon Soneff shares glimpses of her life as an artist & mother, and into the goings on at Sonnets Studios. Sharing quotes, paper-crafting and scrapbooking inspiration, and tips on leading a more expressive & poetic life is the aim.
“I hate leaving home. I love what I do, but I’d love to go home every night.” ~ Charlie Watts This one time, back in 2015, I thought I had it all figured out. I finally “lost the weight” after trying and failing for 25 years. I became a runner. I wrote the sh*t out ...
Labeled for Non-commercial reuse Andy Warhol-Stockholm -1968Warhol in Words: Poetic Pop Art Once you “got” Pop, you could never see a sign the same way again. -Andy Warhol I like boring things. -Andy Warhol Pop art emerged in Britain in the early 1950
“Well, small favors, let’s take it … anyone seen the food truck? I need a really large, strong coffee … I still have a head from last night” and Paarta aka Tom strode off in search “I gotta give him credit for this” said Chunk aka Chunk “this is one of his best set ...
Though I will surely miss the thought of panhandling on a street corner in the morning or busking with no discernable talent or instruments for enough money for a train ticket back upstate after a night I can barely remember and maybe a new pair of pants as I melt away into the comfort...
was this wonderful book about Mahatma Gandhi’s life; of course, one of the first films we saw together was Gandhi at the Ziegfeld in Midtown Manhattan way after midnight, after we had been to dinner, fucked like rottweilers then headed off into the night, holding hands – a thing which...