Charlie Brooker Quotes
I can't imagine painting my face in a team colour and roaring with delight as a multi-millionaire kicks a ball at a net.
Charlie Brooker
Quotes to Explore
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We are poor, feeble, and blind mortals when the eye of the Almighty looks through all worlds and by his power executes all things aright, and by his grace, he makes us all rich in Heavenly Gifts. In distress and in bereavements, we can look only to him. From mortals like ourselves we can derive no help.
Sam Houston
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Religion provides us with a puritanical dream, which can never be realized because it goes against human nature.
Youssef Ziedan
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Feeling has as much to say as the words do. You can have the greatest words in the world and if they're not believable, they don't strike a chord and they're not said convincingly, it's not a great song.
Sam Phillips
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I don't like the idea of spirituality done the way it's done. The only way I could understand it was through creativity, not by going to an Ashram, or finding a guru or joining a temple. I made work out of it.
M.I.A.
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I've always been a rough kid.
Daniel Cormier
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Sometimes I still worry that the next day will be the last day of the Earth.
Samantha Smith
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No record of her high descent
There needs, nor memory of her name;
Enough that Raphael’s colors blent
To give her features deathless fame.
William Allen Butler
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God who created us has granted us the faculty of speech that we might disclose the counsels of our hearts to one another and that, since we possess our human nature in common, each of us might share his thoughts with his neighbor, bringing them forth from the secret recesses of the heart as from a treasury.
Saint Basil
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Had Kala lived, Tarzan would have sacrificed all else to remain near her, but now that she was dead, and the playful friends of his childhood grown into fierce and surly brutes he felt that he much preferred the peace and solitude of his cabin to the irksome duties of leadership amongst a horde of wild beasts.
Edgar Rice Burroughs
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Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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I can't imagine painting my face in a team colour and roaring with delight as a multi-millionaire kicks a ball at a net.
Charlie Brooker