Henry Ward Beecher Quotes
As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
Henry Ward Beecher
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I only want to do what I really want to do; otherwise, I'm content to sit here and play my guitar all day.
Eddie Murphy
In the midst of vice we are in virtue, and vice versa.
Samuel Butler
I like to believe that if you pay close attention to the sentences as they unfold, they will draw you in rather than pushing you away.
Damon Galgut
Since I grew up, I have never deliberately used any technique at all other than the physical shaping of my tale so that it more or less resembles what has been thought of as a novel for these last two hundred years.
Patrick O'Brian
Although in skating you compete with other people, anyone who achieves a certain level of success is first and foremost competing against themselves. And for me, the idea that I could always do better, learn more, learn faster, is something that came from skating.
Vera Wang
I was not a great guitarist, so I sold my 1960 Fender Stratocaster in exchange for a Shure Microphone, made in Chicago, and a flute.
Ian Anderson
Part 1, Ch. 2
Lucy Maud Montgomery
But let me open up my heart to you completely, my friends: if there were gods, how could I bear not being a god! Hence, there areno gods. I drew this conclusion, to be sure--but now it draws me.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Anytime I hear songs that are so honest, whether they make the person who's singing it look good or not, there's a level of honesty that resonates with people.
Andy Grammer
I'm constantly running to meetings outside of the office, and I think that you can't go wrong with a great pair of Lanvin pumps.
Jennifer Hyman
All of them?” I ask. I could almost understand her need to awaken her parents, but we don’t need to add nearly a hundred frozen people to the cacophony of voices around us.
Beth Revis
As warmth makes even glaciers trickle, and opens streams in the ribs of frozen mountains, so the heart knows the full flow and life of its grief only when it begins to melt and pass away.
Henry Ward Beecher