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
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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
I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do in school, but I definitely didn't have adequate time to reach my full potential as a student.
Barry Sanders
I came out of my mum's stomach going, 'I want to be an actor!'
Emilia Clarke
It is what makes us human, what distinguishes us from other animals. We can be aware of being aware.
Jon Kabat-Zinn
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.
Aimee Mann
We are so concerned to flatter the majority that we lose sight of how very often it is necessary, in order to preserve freedom for the minority, let alone for the individual, to face that majority down.
William Francis Buckley
Sit and be still until in the time of no rain you hear beneath the dry wind's commotion in the trees the sound of flowing water among the rocks, a stream unheard before, and you are where breathing is prayer.
Wendell Berry
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
