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As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie/ Couched on the bald top of an eminence.


William Wordsworth

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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The tenderest spot in a man's make-up is sometimes the bald spot on top of his head.
HELEN ROWLAND A flea on the top of a bald head.
CHINESE PROVERBS It is a lie.
ARTHUR MILLER Is a mountain only a huge stone? Is a planet an enormous mountain?
STANISłAW LEM Cambridge has seen many strange sights. It has seen Wordsworth drunk, it has seen Porson sober. I am...
A. E. HOUSMAN A bald spot is like a lie, the bigger it gets the harder it is to cover it up.
ANONYMOUS Too long a sacrifice/ Can make a stone of the heart. -William Butler Yeats.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS The opportunity to decieve others is ever present and often tempting, and each instance of deception...
SAM HARRIS Underneath this stone doth lie / As much beauty as could die.
BEN JONSON He actually has on a wig now. You thought that was his hair. He's actually gone bald at the top.
CLINTON PORTIS Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
MATTHEW ARNOLD Nothing is set in stone. Every moment is an opportunity to create. And, here is something to conside...
ELIZABETH ALRAUNE As with all my work, whether it's a leaf on a rock or ice on a rock, I'm trying to get beneath the s...
ANDY GOLDSWORTHY It seems like a bald-faced lie. The whole point of the initiative is to prevent the part of the budg...
GARY JACOBSON That's just the tippy top of an iceberg that's huge underneath.
BILL HALL we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular
way in which we have been ...
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GEOFF DYER We can lie in the language of dress or try to tell the truth; but unless we are naked and bald, it i...
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You don't even care, do yo...
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MIKE GALLAGHER An attack on values is inevitably seen as an act of subversion.
GARRETT HARDIN A lie is an affront to the soul, as well as an insult to the intelligence of the person to whom one ...
JUDITH MCNAUGHT In our backyard. There was a huge pile of raw sewage on top of the ground.
MELINDA RODGERS We learned in the university to consider Wordsworth and Keats as Romantics. They were only a generat...
THOM GUNN History is replete with blunders written by sycophants.
TOMICHAN MATHEIKAL Fiction is nothing but non-fiction couched to conceal the identity of the writer.
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GENA SHOWALTER They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.
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"I ought to say," explained Pooh ...
A.A. MILNE Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
JORGE LUIS BORGES Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
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J.R. RIM It is sometimes necessary to lie damnably in the interests of the nation.
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GIN BOUGHNER And if there be in the bald head, or bald forehead, a white reddish sore; it is a leprosy sprung up ...
BIBLE A prayer couched in the words of the soul, is far more powerful than any ritual.
PAULO COELHO On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of ho...
MEG ROSOFF If it is necessary sometimes to lie to others, it is always despicable to lie to oneself.
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SIR JOHN LUBBOCK Sometimes, circumstances raise impossible decisions.
-William Pickering
DAN BROWN As far as I'm concerned, William has been an excellent leader. He's a staying leader.
ANN WIDDECOMBE Sometimes the truth will hurt and a lie will set you free; just as a lie will hurt and the truth wil...
ANTHONY LICCIONE This, then, is the dread that seems to lie beneath the fear of equalizing. Equity is seen as disposs...
JONATHAN KOZOL Repeat a lie a hundred times and it becomes an ideal.
LJUPKA CVETANOVA There is nothing like instances to grow hair on a bald-headed argument.
MARK TWAIN The ocean swells around us. Sometimes, we are in a bowl of water and sometimes on the top of the lip...
LEXIS DE ROTHSCHILD The rhetoric of hate is often most effective when couched in the idiom of love.
GORE VIDAL There's a huge cloud of shame around art and business being seen as bedfellows.
AMANDA PALMER Under this stone, reader, survey / Dead Sir John Vanbrugh's house of clay. / Lie heavy on him, Earth...
ABEL EVANS Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakespeare...
WILLIAM COLLINS I lie on top of him, skin to skin. He's tall, I'm not, but when we lie like this, we fit together. A...
HUNTLEY FITZPATRICK I want to play well in front of the fans. They've just seen this guy with the bald head on the end o...
CHRIS MASON Ender nodded. It was a lie, of course, that it wouldn’t hurt a bit. But since adults always said i...
ORSON SCOTT CARD The world as seen through the window of an insane asylum is the same world as seen from the window o...
KEHLOG ALBRAN His life seemed like a deck of cards, and in the midst of all those two’s and three’s someone ha...
TEKOA MANNING But Wordsworth is the poet I admire above all others.
ANDREW MOTION Truth is as straight as an arrow, while a lie swivels like a snake.
SUZY KASSEM I'm William, but you can call me Sexy. Everyone does.
GENA SHOWALTER Life is an audition.
THOMAS FLAJNIK - ANTICHIMERAPODAL A bird, unable to fly, is still a bird; but a human unable to love is an inexpensive stone: like a p...
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JOHN LUBBOCK We have a group as eclectic as any coalition anyone has ever seen. The top half of the first inning ...
MATT KELLER Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
PHILIP LARKIN I stand behind that record totally, and I always want Madonna to do well, ... but the Mount Everest ...
WILLIAM ORBIT Prior to Wordsworth, humor was an essential part of poetry. I mean, they don't call them Shakesp...
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SHANNON HALE We hadn't seen the lead since early on. Mentally that was huge.
GREG LIMKE An excuse is worse than a lie, for an excuse is a lie, guarded.
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AUSTIN FLYNN Life takes us to unexpected places sometimes. The future is never set in stone, remember that.
ERIN MORGENSTERN There's a lot of pressure to get things onto the calendar, and probably not everything that gets on ...
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Long after it was heard no more.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ...The happy Warrior... 'tis he whose law is reason; who depends upon that law as on the best of fri...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Tho...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of someth...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH poetry is the breath and finer spirit of knowledge
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
S...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Wisdom is oft-times nearer when we stoop
Than when we soar.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep/ Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
T...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH To character and success, two things, contradictory as they may seem, must go together . . . humble ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And now I see with eye sereneThe very pulse of the machine.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Beloved Vale, I said, When I shall con those many records of my childish years
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Look for the stars, you'll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH The silence that is in the starry sky,
The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollect...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH We have within ourselves
Enough to fill the present day with joy,
And overspread the future ...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fount...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. Let us learn from th...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH And mighty poets in their misery dead.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH By our own spirits are we deified:We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;But thereof come in the en...
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Fears and fancies thick upon me came.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH