George Eliot Quotes
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
George Eliot
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Preachers at black churches are the last people left in the English-speaking world who know the schemes and tropes of classical rhetoric: parallelism, antithesis, epistrophe, synecdoche, metonymy, periphrasis, litotes - the whole bag of tricks.
P. J. O'Rourke
The shoe that fits one person pinches another; there is no recipe for living that suits all cases.
Carl Jung
I was born in England, but then I lived in Calgary, Saudi Arabia, Cyprus, India, Vancouver, London, Toronto, and now L.A.
Hannah Simone
I'd rather betray the world than let the world betray me.
Cao Cao
Our society wants things to grow, and our society wants things to become bigger and bigger. Everything has to be put under the spotlight.
Raf Simons
It takes people a while to trust you.
Karl Malone
I tend not to have any references to anything. I just jump into the script in front of me. If you reference too much, you have no idea if the performances are right.
Mads Mikkelsen
Irrepressible curiosity vied with an instinctive fear.
Haruki Murakami
People fight to preserve their frozen beliefs and then complain of the cold!
Vernon Howard
To the world, you are America.
Charlton Heston
It is very remarkable that while the words Eternal, Eternity, Forever, are constantly in our mouths, and applied without hesitation, we yet experience considerable difficulty in contemplating any definite term which bears a very large proportion to the brief cycles of our petty chronicles. There are many minds that would not for an instant doubt the God of Nature to have existed from all Eternity, and would yet reject as preposterous the idea of going back a million of years in the History of His Works. Yet what is a million, or a million million, of solar revolutions to an Eternity?
George Julius Poulett Scrope
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
George Eliot