Emily Dickinson Quotes
Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.
Emily Dickinson
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Calm on the bosom of thy God,Fair spirit, rest thee now!
Felicia Hemans
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If states do not act according to principles of justice, the injustices they perpetrate will harm not just other states but ultimately also their own national interest.
Nayef Al-Rodhan
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No hero in your tragedy,No daring in your escape,No salutes for your surrender,Nothing noble in your fate,Christ, what have you done? - The Pass (1989)
Neil Peart
Rush
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Something has to make you run I don't know why I didn't come
Norah Jones
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Comic-Con is a special kind of crazy.
Denis O'Hare
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Comedy and politics have a lot in common. Both are great ways to pick up chicks - just look at Governor Spitzer. Or Ellen Degeneres. Both require spending time on the road meeting strangers who often have the desire to throw things at you. Both are difficult, if not impossible, to do all alone. And both rely heavily on personality.
Alexandra Petri
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Thank God for YouTube. Every Thanksgiving, I'm bombarded with 'Turkey Lurkey Time.'
Donna McKechnie
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So I spit back at you, HuelsenbeckBut where you spit venom, I spit artI laugh at you - HA HA -I laugh at you
Kurt Schwitters
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If I can save 25 billion dollars in terms of reduction of import, I will be adding one percent to the GDP. By conserving the oil energy by the people, the GDP will become 5.5 percent, and this will change the economy of the country.
Veerappa Moily
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And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? - now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
Edgar Allan Poe
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In Spain there's the king - and then there's Antonio.
Melanie Griffith
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Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.
Emily Dickinson