Bernard Cornwell Quotes
A charge of knights was supposed to be thundering death on hooves, a flail of metal driven by the ponderous weight of men, horses and armor, and properly done, it was a mass maker of widows.
Bernard Cornwell
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The power of intuitive understanding will protect you from harm until the end of your days.
Lao Tzu
The systematic dismantling of reproductive rights, much like the takedown of collective bargaining, has been taking place in full view.
Garry Trudeau
I love the smell of Burger King when I ride past, but sometimes I have to avoid it.
LaMarr Woodley
I'm not stuck in Strikeforce. I'm happy to be with them. It's where I started, and they've been great to me.
Daniel Cormier
So far, Vancouver is my favorite relocation city. It feels like home. Parts of it remind me of the east coast. It's very clean. The food is great. And the people are lovely. Not that I didn't love working in other glamorous locations like Downey, Detroit, Cleveland or Bulgaria... but, damn, it is fun to be Canadian.
Rachel Nichols
I think eating in itself is the act of great sensuality, so all you have to do is point the camera in the right direction.
Padma Lakshmi
In the matter of learning, the difference between the earnest and the careless student stands out clearly. The same holds true in the mastering of passion and the weaknesses to which our nature is subject, as in the acquiring of virtue.
Saint Ignatius
My kitchen has a wood-burning oven, a large worktable, and windows all around, including one above the sink. I think whoever is washing the dishes needs to have a lot of beauty around.
Alice Waters
My mother carried on and supported us; her ambition had been to write poetry and songs.
Philip Levine
I've always loved Christmas and that's not really gone away from me from being a child to now. It's always a magical time and I'm unashamed in my love for Christmas.
Martin Freeman
I took solace in my relationship with God who, along with my dog, was my best friend growing up.
Lisa Bonet
A charge of knights was supposed to be thundering death on hooves, a flail of metal driven by the ponderous weight of men, horses and armor, and properly done, it was a mass maker of widows.
Bernard Cornwell