Virginia Woolf Quotes
He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea.
Virginia Woolf
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I worked from 12 to 17, six years in a bakery. I was a pastry cook.
Adam Giles
Adventuring can be for the ordinary person with ordinary qualities, such as I regard myself.
Edmund Hillary
I mean, it's fun for us to talk about issues. You know, there's no one issue we spend a lot of time on probably, because he gets to do that all day with somebody else who's a lot more expert at issues than I am.
Laura Bush
The current prohibition laws are forcing drug disputes to be played out with guns in our streets. We need to put a stop to this criminal drug element in our country.
Gary Johnson
I'm getting better, happier, and nicer as I grow older, so I would be terrific in a couple of hundred years time.
Maeve Binchy
I watched TV religiously when I was a kid, but nowadays - with the Internet - there's so many people writing about TV on the Internet, that everything's sort of under a magnifying glass.
Oscar Nunez
Every education law should be based around the question, 'Is this good for children?' And it's not.
Brown Campbell
Once you get into the world of dystopia, it's hard to avoid plagiarism, because other people have had such powerful visions.
Anthony Horowitz
You have a choice: Support the woman standing next to you, or compete with her. But if you compete, you're going to be miserable.
Kate Hudson
Usually, there is nothing more pleasing that returning to a place where you have endured hardship.
Sayyid Tahir al-Hashimi
It is strange how a memory will grow into a wax figure, how the cherub grows suspiciously prettier as its frame darkens with age-strange, strange are the mishaps of memory.
Vladimir Nabokov
He began to search among the infinite series of impressions which time had laid down, leaf upon leaf, fold upon fold softly, incessantly upon his brain; among scents, sounds; voices, harsh, hollow, sweet; and lights passing, and brooms tapping; and the wash and hush of the sea.
Virginia Woolf
