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
If you've never tasted what it's like to get up in the morning and be pleased to go to work, you don't know what you're missing.
Larry Smith
Kill, Destroy, Sack, Tell lie; how much you want after victory nobody asks why?
Adolf Hitler
Competing in both track and field and basketball for the Bruins I have a lot of great memories to choose from. But my all-time favorite moment in collegiate sports has to be in 1982 when we won UCLA's first NCAA title in track.
Jackie Joyner-Kersee
To relax, I love sitting back and turning my brain off and watching TV.
Aja Naomi King
As a composer, I know that all sorts of sounds I hear are making their way into my brain and soul and later sneak into my music.
Eric Whitacre
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
