Days - Quotes
Accept that some days you`re the pigeon, and some days you`re the statue.
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I look my best after an entire hair and makeup team has spent hours perfecting me. When do I feel my best? When I haven`t looked in a mirror for days, and I`m doing things that make me happy.
In the early days of the Internet, this was one of the medium's great hopes - that it would finally offer a medium whereby whole towns - and indeed countries - could co-create their culture through discourse. Personalization has given us something very different: a public sphere sorted and manipulated by algorithms, fragmented by design, and hostile to dialogue.
Where`d the days go? When all we did was play
And the stress that we were under wasn`t stress at all
Just a run and a jump into a harmless fall.
You ask me what I want this year, And I try to make this kind and clear Just a chance that maybe we`ll find better days Cause I don`t need boxes wrapped in strings And designer love and empty things. Just a chance that maybe we`ll find better days
For the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: `If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?` And whenever the answer has been `No` for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.
Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.
I didn`t want to be the lead guy. That`s too much work. But I thought that it might be fun to be the lead guy`s friend. I`d have days off and still get a paycheck every week.
Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.
In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.