Charlotte Bronte Quotes
A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept.

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A painting probably is the most shocking increase in value, from what it costs to make to what you sell it for.
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My dad is extremely successful, so I've seen the money and luxury growing up. I'm nowhere close to his stature.
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For me, surfing is as close a connection I can have with Mother Nature. To surf, you're riding a pulse of energy from Mother Nature. And it's strong. It's real. It's there. And you're dancing with that. You're connecting with that. You're might be the only person in the history of the universe that connects with that particular pulse of energy.
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Finishing games has been something I'm really proud of, seeing something through to the end.
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I was very good in all the maths and sciences.
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Yes, I guess I am bi-coastal.
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I myself consider myself the most powerful figure in the world.
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Suffrage is a common right of citizenship. Women have the right of suffrage. Logically it cannot be escaped.
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I'm excellent at losing weight, but I've never been excellent at maintenance. I have some better days than others in terms of being hypervigilant, but with maintenance you don't know if you've been good at it until you're done.
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Do not give up your dream because it is apparently not being realized, because you cannot see it coming true. Cling to your vision with all the tenacity you can muster. Keep it bright; do not let the bread-and-butter side of life cloud your ideal or dim it.
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Growing up in India, I knew all I needed to change the world was one good opportunity, and I prepared myself for it. When that opportunity came - in the form of the chance to earn an engineering degree - I was ready.
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The creative impulses of man are always at war with the possessive impulses.
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Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.
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I have a fat head – I get freaked-out looking at pictures of me.
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I read pretty eclectically - fiction, non-fiction, and poetry - and I've been inspired and influenced by a number of writers.
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I don't remember my first race, but I do recall various school sports days where I became way too competitive. We were seven or eight years old, and I had a very stern conversation with my relay team-mates about how crucial it was for us to win.
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The road system that we've come to depend on, the road system that we built our wealth on and our power on, is falling apart.
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When I got out of high school, I was working in restaurants in New York City, when I heard Bill Anderson from The Neighborhood Playhouse was doing private lessons. I started taking classes, and it was a lot of improv and Meisner and repetition.
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The vastness and the free sweep of our concentrated wealth on the one side, the independence, intelligence, moral vigor, and political power of the common people on the other side, promise a long-drawn grapple of contesting forces which may well make the heart of every American patriot sink within him.
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We're the Osbournes, and I love it.
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Coming up closeEverything sounds like welcome home.Come home and oh, by the way,Don't you know that I could make a dream that's barely half-awake come true?I wanted to say - but anything I could have said I felt somehow that you already knew.
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Concerning culture as a process, one would say that it means learning a great many things and then forgetting them; and the forgetting is as necessary as the learning.
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I'd love to claim that what I have done in my life is of my doing, but it's not of my doing at all. I've blown around in the wind like a mad thing, influenced by this and that - like a piece of paper: like the boy in that scene in 'American Beauty' watching a piece of paper blowing hither and thither.
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A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite distance-it died. The nightingale's song was then the only voice of the hour: in listening to it, I again wept.