Emily Dickinson Quotes
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
Emily Dickinson
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In the future, I want to have super-fights.
Rafael dos Anjos
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
Jack Kerouac
Philip Kitcher thinks that mathematics is surprisingly like empirical science. Few mathematicians would agree; philosophers too, from Socrates on, have held the opposite opinion.
Ian Hacking
The primary problem in many modernizing societies is not liberty but the creation of a legitimate public order. Men may, of course, have order without liberty, but they cannot have liberty without order.
Ferdinand Marcos
Mind is everything. Muscle - pieces of rubber. All that I am, I am because of my mind.
Paavo Nurmi
I thought that communism, the tyranny of communism, was an abomination and I beseeched God to bring that terrible evil down and he did. It was a great triumph, it took awhile, but it happened.
Pat Robertson
It was like they waited to tell each other things that had never been told before. What she had to say was terrible and afraid. But what he would tell her was so true that it would make everything all right. Maybe it was a thing that could not be spoken with words or writing. Maybe he would have to let her understand this in a different way. That was the feeling she had with him.
Carson McCullers
They sang of love, and not of fame;Forgot was Britain's glory;Each heart recalled a different name,But all sang Annie Lawrie.
Bayard Taylor
Blues and soul and jazz music has so much pain, so much beauty of raw emotion and passion.
Christina Aguilera
To rise at six, to dine at ten,
To sup at six, to sleep at ten,
Makes a man live for ten times ten.
Victor Hugo
I've been so relieved and so grateful to not have a god to believe in.
Cloris Leachman
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
Emily Dickinson
