Nicholas Sparks Quotes
The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher as the evening wore on. and without either or them being conscious of it, they began to regain the intimacy, the bond of familiarity, they had once shared.
Nicholas Sparks
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Race hate isn't human nature; race hate is the abandonment of human nature.
Orson Welles
Nothing embitters my old age like the circulation of absurd stories that I retire as civilization advances, that I shun the white men and seek the Indians, and that now even when old, I seek to retire beyond the second Alleganies.
Daniel Boone
Let's not play games. What I was suggesting - you're absolutely right that John McCain has not talked about my Muslim faith.
Barack Obama
He would not journey without a foot. He would not breed nuts without trees, Like seeking for ants in the heath. Like an instrument of foolish spoil, Like the retinue of an army without a head, Like feeding the unsheltered on lichen.
Taliesin
A young man with dark circles under his eyes was propping himself up against a penny-in-the-slot machine. An undertaker, passing at that moment, would have looked at this young man sharply, scenting business. So would a buzzard.
P. G. Wodehouse
God, beam me up!
Ozzy Osbourne
Black Sabbath
I had a lot of alone time with no brothers or sisters running around, or anything. I would just sit and imagine things, all the time.
Karen Gillan
Complete weakness and dependence will always be the occasion for the Spirit of God to manifest His power.
Oswald Chambers
And when you're needing your space to do some navigating...I' ll be here patiently waiting to see what you find
Jason Mraz
A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curl'd pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon, — for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
William Shakespeare
Self-knowledge - the bitterest knowledge of all and also the kind we cultivate least: what is the use of catching ourselves out, morning to night, in the act of illusion, pitilessly tracing each act back to its root, and losing case after case before our own tribunal?
Emil Cioran
The sky grew darker and the moon rose higher as the evening wore on. and without either or them being conscious of it, they began to regain the intimacy, the bond of familiarity, they had once shared.
Nicholas Sparks
