Emily Bronte Quotes
Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
Emily Bronte
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There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.
Washington Irving
When Nandita expressed a desire to write about me, I couldn't stop her because she's my wife, but she has forgotten who she is.
Om Puri
One of the things is, in the writing process, if you do it enough, you have a sense of where you are. I didn't have that with the first book as I was writing it. Now, as I write books, I have a sense of where I am. Unfortunately, the sense of where I am is usually behind.
Dan Pink
I think we are intrinsically prone to being irrational and superstitious. A lot of it comes from our fear of the unknown and the fear of a lack of control over our fate.
Venkatraman Ramakrishnan
I am not hungry for roles on TV or in films. I am happy being a social media sensation.
Qandeel Baloch
Prior to 2001, hardly any company in North America or Europe would buy from India.
Baba Kalyani
Nothing tastes as good as looking good feels.
Anthony Robbins
Amazon's Jeff Bezos, Facebook's Mark Zuckerberg, Bill Gates, and Steve Jobs did not start out wealthy, and actually added to income inequality, but we all benefit from their creative effort.
Foster Friess
To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.
Oscar Wilde
First, you can’t go it alone. If we’re going to have a true impact on financial inclusion, we must work together on behalf of the 2.5 billion who are currently excluded.
Ajaypal Singh Banga
Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes.
Emily Bronte