Charlotte Bronte Quotes
God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness -- to glory?
Charlotte Bronte
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For me, the lean times were a wonderful, beautiful time of my life, struggling for many years in regional theater all over the country for not much money.
J. K. Simmons
During the fall and winter we built Fort Meade and the town of Sturgis.
Calamity Jane
Most of the time, the lyrics are kind of like my secret messages to my friends or my boyfriend or my mom or my dad. I would never tell them that these songs are about them or which specific lyric is about somebody. Often, when I sit down to write a lyric, it is in the heat of the moment, and something has just happened.
Imogen Heap
A lot of the players that I play with who are Canadian, they call me Patty. Before then, I never heard it. I didn't mind Patty.
Patrick Kane
I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
e. e. cummings
Initially, it would bother me when filmmakers, script writers, dialogue writers and choreographers tried to recreate a bit of my dad though me.
Ram Charan
Ah! how little knowledge does a man acquire in his life. He gathers it up like water, but like water it runs between his fingers, and yet, if his hands be but wet as though with dew, behold a generation of fools call out, 'See, he is a wise man!' Is it not so?
H. Rider Haggard
I was raped in a driveway when I was eleven. … It was a terrible experience because we had all that gravel.
Tallulah Bankhead
It turns out a lot of people don’t get it. Wikipedia is like rock’n’roll; it’s a cultural shift.
Jimmy Wales
God gives us the ability, but rock 'n' roll was created by men.
Little Richard
God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness -- to glory?
Charlotte Bronte
