Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time, Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been performed Too terrible for the ear. The time has been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end. But now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. This is more strange Than such a murder is.
There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence. â¢Robert Fripp There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.
There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
The songs are inspired by my experiences. Sometimes they are more than my real-life and, conversely, my life is more than just my songs.
There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my time is today.
A lot of people are singing about how screwed up the world is, and I don't think that everybody wants to hear about that all the time.
The test of a true myth is that each time you return to it, new insights and interpretations arise.
He left a Corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
My name may have buoyancy enough to float upon the sea of time.
I sometimes think I was born to live up to my name. How could I be anything else but what I am having been named Madonna? I would either have ended up a nun or this.
I was learning the importance of namesâ having them, making themâbut at the same time I sensed the dangers. Recognition was followed by oblivion, a yawning maw whose victims disappeared without a trace.
I don't generally feel anything until noon, then it's time for my nap.
Consciousness: That annoying time between naps
I trust in Nature for the stable laws Of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant And Autumn garner to the end of time. I trust in God--the right shall be the right And other than the wrong, while he endures; I trust in my own soul, that can perceive The outward and the inward, Nature's good And God's.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.
As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other under a volcanic cesspool and evolved into Cindy Crawford.