I'm a reporter. I'm not a scholar.
quote by Peter Jennings
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Mr. Reporter
Hey, mr. reporter,
How 'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
Hey, mr. reporter,
I'll believe all that you put down.
I'll believe the sun is going up,
Even though it's going down.
Hey, mr. reporter,
Don't you twist my words around.
I'll kill you, i won't let you,
Distort my simple sound.
Hey, mr. reporter,
How 'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
Hey, mr. reporter,
How 'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
Did your daddy stop you playing
With your friends when you were young?
And is that why you run down
All the young folks have their fun. [?]
The reason i am stupid,
Is because i read you every day.
You misquote all of the true things
Because they rub you the wrong way.
Hey, mr. reporter,
How 'bout talking about yourself?
Do you like what you're doing,
Or is it that you can do nothing else?
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The great scholar forgets about fame, the average scholar works for it, and the unworthy scholar steals it.
I think, though, that people will read into a reporter's story a bias that they want to see in a reporter.
quote by Garrett M. Graff
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I had - all my life, everybody who knew me thought that I would probably grow up to be a reporter, a newspaper reporter because we didn't have much television in those days.
quote by Bob Schieffer
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Rove and his attorneys can parse the words all they want, but it is now clear that while Rove may not have given a reporter Plame's name, he clearly identified her by telling the reporter that Joseph Wilson's wife was a CIA agent.
quote by Louise Slaughter
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The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
Confucius in The Confucian Analects
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The humblest painter is a true scholar; and the best of scholars the scholar of nature.
quote by William Hazlitt
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The scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
A scholar who cherishes the love of comfort is not fit to be deemed a scholar.
I would like to be a scholar in whatever I do, a scholar is never finished, he is always seeking and I am always seeking.
quote by Ahmad Jamal
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Iron sharpens iron; scholar, the scholar.
quote by William Drummond
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Died Of A Rose
A reporter he was, and he wrote, wrote he:
'The grave was covered as thick as could be
With floral tributes'-which reading,
The editor man he said, he did so:
'For 'floral tributes' he's got for to go,
For I hold the same misleading.'
Then he called him in and he pointed sweet
To a blooming garden across the street,
Inquiring: 'What's them a-growing?'
The reporter chap said: 'Why, where's your eyes?
Them's floral tributes!' 'Arise, arise,'
The editor said, 'and be going.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Offering Me
Before the war the major had been a scholar,
Systems were malfunctioning due to his guess,
And so he jingled with pride at the open air,
Instilling pride in those eyes that were two.
To blur the words I have been small,
As the sight has arrived due to the blurring word.
He, the scholar, was facing my pages of ruler ship,
The cancellations and doubts blurred the page.
An electronic system was abroad and welcoming,
Off as an action, offering me with praise.
poem by Naveed Akram
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News Flash
A multitude of sunflowers was found swaying in the field this morning between 5 and 6 a.m. Our reporter had a direct experience of being sucked in the happy yellow colour as the sunflower heads were rising towards early morning sunbeams. He claims the sunflower leaves turned into hands clapping up in the air in the rhythm of the dawn resurrection. The ambulance car got hurt while attempting to save our reporter from the fit of a passionate bliss. Accidental passengers willing to be interviewed confirmed the news by sending thousands of kisses into the air. Whether the incident was a collective hallucination or divine interference is yet to be investigated.
Right from the spot
Van Gogh 3rd Channel
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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First Encounter - Sylvia Chang
twin pity
the way sylvia Chang looks at
the less than pretty journalist
which makes her so conscious of
her less than favourable endowments
a pity for the star for making me
feel she places looks on
so high a pedestal
a pity for the journalist for having
to carry out her work feeling an inadequacy
she has really no control over
That was more than 20 years ago in my first interview with the legendary Taiwanese actress Sylvia Chan at the then Merlin Hotel, now the Concorde. The young female reporter was one of those you would label as 'not pretty'. And that became more obvious when she was right in front of an actress known around half the world. There was so much that went on that made me feel bad more about Sylvia than the poor reporter.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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When 'They' Choose
No one,
Can turn a fool into a scholar.
With one on one instruction is refused.
And everything one can do has been done...
No one can turn a fool into a scholar.
Because a fool,
Will always claim something they know...
Gives them reason,
To not comprehend with an understanding...
The purpose to pay attention is in the moment.
Not when a fool decides,
They will do what they please...
When 'they' choose!
To do a nothing but make excuses,
With a blaming someone else...
For not having the patience to make them learn...
When 'they' choose!
And 'they' will always choose to be fools.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 39
The son of a faqih said to his father: ‘These heart-ravishing words of moralists make no impression upon me because I do not see that their actions are in conformity with their speeches.’
They teach people to abandon the world
But themselves accumulate silver and corn.
A scholar who only preaches and nothing more
Will not impress anyone when he speaks.
He is a scholar who commits no evil,
Not he who speaks to men but acts not himself.
Will you enjoin virtue to mankind and forget your own souls?
A scholar who follows his lusts and panders to his body
Is himself lost although he may show the way.
The father replied: ‘My son, it is not proper merely on account of this vain fancy to turn away the face from the instruction of advisers, to travel on the road of vanity, to accuse the ullemma of aberration, and whilst searching for an immaculate scholar, to remain excluded from the benefits of knowledge, like a blind man who one night fell into the mud and shouted: “O Musalmans, hold a lamp on my path.” Whereon a courtesan who heard him asked: “As thou canst not see the lamp, what wilt thou see with the lamp?” In the same way the preaching assembly is like the shop of a dealer in linen because if thou bringest no money thou canst obtain no wares and if thou bringest no inclination to the assembly thou wilt not get any felicity.’
He said: ‘Listen with thy soul’s ear to a scholar Although his actions may not be like his doctrines.’
In vain does the gainsayer ask:
‘How can a sleeper awaken a sleeper?
A man must receive into his ears
The advice although it be written on a wall.’
A pious man came to the door of a college from a monastery. He broke the covenant of the company of those of the Tariq. I asked him what the difference between a scholar and a monk amounts to? He replied: ‘The former saves his blanket from the waves Whilst the latter strives to save the drowning man.’
I used to be a print reporter.
quote by Bob Schieffer
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Eminent Scholar
Creaking crushed me when I spoke,
A civil chain chased my law of beliefs.
The eminence of a scholar spoke one day,
This denouement from a man was outspoken.
Daily, we are in the book of his writing,
This academic has authority of life;
His debut worked on my time as a day
That warned as a fitness, as a legality.
He is a daydreamer, a worker of books
And life, that worked one day like a book
Hazy and obscure, like one of the laziest
Volumes, yet the eminence of a scholar
Is accused when we begin, when we say.
poem by Naveed Akram
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