Charlotte Bronte Quotes
We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age Are they withered in the sod?
Charlotte Bronte
Quotes to Explore
I just wish that people will be kinder to me when I pass away.
Yoko Ono
As a memorial, I'd like a statue. Not of me, but a little modern statue, in marble or bronze, maybe of a bird, in a park where children could play and people going by could see it. On it, I'd just like it to say: 'Maeve Binchy, storyteller' and people could look at the name and remember that they'd seen it somewhere else.
Maeve Binchy
Too many times, the international community has not prepared the post-conflict period in time.
Federica Mogherini
The problem with forbearance is that it always looks like a good thing to do until it stops working.
Raghuram Rajan
I will fight 'GGG,' and I will beat 'GGG,' but I will not be forced into the ring by artificial deadlines.
Canelo Alvarez
Despotism is a long crime.
Victor Hugo
I am a romantic, and I think dates are wonderful. I like quirky and fun things. Like going for a bike ride or for a pedicure together.
Nargis Fakhri
Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. But there are healthy obsessions, and mine is one of them.
Pamela Stephenson
'Grace' is basically a death prayer. Not something of sorrow, but of just casting away any fear of death. No relief will come - you really just have to stew in your life until it's time to go. But sometimes, somebody else's faith in you can do wonders.
Jeff Buckley
Throughout my childhood, I did a form of Irish dancing that was kind of the precursor to 'Riverdance.' It was a mixture of ballet and Irish dancing that my teacher, Patricia Mulholland, had invented, essentially. It was Irish ballet, and she would create performances based around the myths and legends of Ireland.
Laura Donnelly
Most writers, by the time they're 60, must have revisited their childhood a dozen times.
Kevin Crossley-Holland
We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age Are they withered in the sod?
Charlotte Bronte