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.Charlotte Bronte
Quotes to Explore
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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.
Damien Hirst -
My dad is extremely successful, so I've seen the money and luxury growing up. I'm nowhere close to his stature.
Ram Kapoor -
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.
Xavier Rudd -
Finishing games has been something I'm really proud of, seeing something through to the end.
Felicia Day -
I was very good in all the maths and sciences.
Tamara Tunie -
Yes, I guess I am bi-coastal.
Tea Leoni
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I myself consider myself the most powerful figure in the world.
Idi Amin -
Suffrage is a common right of citizenship. Women have the right of suffrage. Logically it cannot be escaped.
Victoria Woodhull -
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.
Valerie Bertinelli -
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.
Orison Swett Marden -
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.
Naveen Jain -
The creative impulses of man are always at war with the possessive impulses.
Van Wyck Brooks
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Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.
Oliver Goldsmith -
I have a fat head – I get freaked-out looking at pictures of me.
Rachael Ray -
I read pretty eclectically - fiction, non-fiction, and poetry - and I've been inspired and influenced by a number of writers.
Barry Eisler -
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.
Laura Robson -
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.
Rachel Sklar -
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.
Ian Gomez
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Maybe it's just parenthood that puts you in a situation where you just have to develop a new attitude, I guess, about things.
James Mercer Broken Bells -
Usually when you're doing a season one, you're trying to find the show.
Dean Devlin -
I think, at heart, unless you discover faith in something else, something other, it's very hard to shake the thing that you're adrift alone.
Robert Smith The Cure -
Eneke the bird was asked why he was always on the wing and he replied: 'Men have learned to shoot without missing their mark and I have learned to fly without perching on a twig.'
Chinua Achebe -
If you think you're hearing something and you can't think what it is. If you feel a quiet longing lift your heart into the wind. There you'll find my kindred spirit. There you'll meet me as a friend. It is just a kindred spirit and a song to let you in.
Cyndi Lauper Blue Angel -
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.
Charlotte Bronte