George Eliot Quotes
Truth is the precious harvest of the earth. But once, when harvest waved upon a land, The noisome cankerworm and caterpillar, Locusts, and all the swarming foul-born broods, Fastened upon it with swift, greedy jaws, And turned the harvest into pestilence, Until men said, What profits it to sow?George Eliot
Quotes to Explore
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Individual science fiction stories may seem as trivial as ever to the blinder critics and philosophers of today - but the core of science fiction, its essence has become crucial to our salvation if we are to be saved at all.
Isaac Asimov -
There is no diplomacy like candor.
E. V. Lucas -
I think this happens to a lot of people, men and women, where you reach a point in your life and all of a sudden realize that things have changed. You suddenly realize that people are coming up behind you, that maybe somebody might want to replace you for less money.
Callie Khouri -
In our local Baptist church, I sang in the choir and formed a gospel quartet. When our minister caught me messing with his guitar, he taught me three positions – one, four and five. After that, I taught myself to play.
B. B. King -
We need to move past blame and make sure we are delivering care to our veterans.
Ted Deutch -
The crisis of black politics can only be resolved through the development of multiclass, multiracial, progressive political structures.
Manning Marable
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Self esteem is the reputation we acquire with ourselves.
Nathaniel Branden -
Every performer who ever performed in rock and roll or even close to it is lying if they tell you that they weren't influenced in some way or another by Elvis Presley. He turned the world around.
Mac Davis -
I started working professionally as soon as I could, doing weddings and things like that in high school, while everyone else was having keg parties. I just felt destined to do it and really committed and driven; it was something that just felt right all my life.
Idina Menzel -
I like old Disney films that have an edge to them.
Walt Dohrn -
When I go home, I play with my baby dolls and strollers and diaper bags, and play with my sisters.
Dakota Fanning -
Social media buzz can lead to huge successes when people spread the word about something they love and want to share. But authors creating their own buzz? Making their own noise? It's hard to make a lot of noise on our own about our own work. Except, sadly, negative noise.
M. J. Rose
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Most people draw from the mind, not the eye. They draw the idea of a table or a face, not what's in front of them. We don't actually see the line of the jaw as a line and we don't see an eye as a perfectly outlined almond shape.
Caio Fonseca -
We're not going to make Evolution or any of our other products depend on Mono anytime in the near future.
Nat Friedman -
The chi of a room is important to me. If I walk into a hotel room and it doesn't feel right, I ask to change.
Abbey Lee Kershaw -
It was extremely hard going from being a parent of one to a parent of three, because now all these instant decisions have to be made about how you balance out the time and attention between them.
Patricia Richardson -
Some people would like me to be round again.
Karl Lagerfeld -
Poems and songs penned as an unstoppable outpouring of the heart take on a life of their own. They transcend the limits of nationality and time as they pass from person to person, from one heart to another.
Daisaku Ikeda
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Win one for the Gipper.
Knute Rockne -
If you can't write your own material, you have very little chance of making it as a comedian.
Jack Roy -
The best kind of charity is to help those who are willing to help themselves.
P. T. Barnum -
Waste no tears over the griefs of yesterday.
Euripides -
All I really wanted was to try and live the life that was spontaneously welling up within me. Why was that so very difficult?
Hermann Hesse -
Truth is the precious harvest of the earth. But once, when harvest waved upon a land, The noisome cankerworm and caterpillar, Locusts, and all the swarming foul-born broods, Fastened upon it with swift, greedy jaws, And turned the harvest into pestilence, Until men said, What profits it to sow?
George Eliot