#rest

When I heard about the first Tomb Raider, I was very interested and I would have liked to have directed that. When I was approached for the second film, I was delighted. ↗

— Jan de Bont

#approached #delighted #directed #film #first

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. ↗

— Hal Borland

#awesome #color #dancing #fire #flame

Some people really want to play Mozart and be just performers. I was more interested in invention. ↗

— Steve Lacy

#interested #invention #just #more #mozart

The saxophone is a very interesting machine, but I'm more interested in music. ↗

— Steve Lacy

#interested #interesting #machine #more #music

It's a funny thing about me. I don't have any interest in food most of the time now, although when I was a kid I was always hungry. ↗

— Alan Ladd

#although #always #any #food #funny

I'm mourning with the rest of the world for the talented, gorgeous, funny, intelligent John Forsythe but my heart is broken for the loss of my dear, dear friend and neighbor. I will miss him terribly. ↗

— Cheryl Ladd

#dear #dear friend #friend #funny #gorgeous

And you can't have a prosperous economy when the government is way overspending, raising tax rates, printing too much money, over regulating and restricting free trade. It just can't be done. ↗

— Arthur Laffer

#economy #free #free trade #government #just

And let the Fed sell bonds to bring bank reserves back down to required reserve levels, so we have restraint on bank lending and bank issuances of liability. ↗

— Arthur Laffer

#bank #bonds #bring #down #fed

It interests me to imagine characters shifting from one situation and one location to another for whatever the circumstances may be. ↗

— Jhumoa Lahiri

#characters #circumstances #imagine #interests #location

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#longing #music #poetry #rest #sadness