Texas Guinan (Mary Louise Cecilia) Quotes
He bought me so many orchids that I looked like a well-kept grave.
Texas Guinan
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Also, though not over-elderly, he was not over-young.
Nikolai Gogol
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MTV ruined music for us.
Steve Lukather
Toto
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But how little we know what would make paradise for our neighbours! We judge from our own desires, and our neighbours themselves are not always open enough even to throw out a hint of theirs.
George Eliot
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I feel like movie stars don't have many friends at all. They have acquaintances.
Milla Jovovich
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Why are you still wearing...?" Aya began. "Oh, that's not smart plastic? You're really an ugly?" David rolled his eyes and Shay said quietly, "David's never had any surge at all. But I wouldn't use the word ugly...Tally might eat you.
Scott Westerfeld
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The mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry
wood, and her children gazing on;
The hounded slave that flags in the race and leans by the
fence, blowing and covered with sweat,
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck,
The murderous buckshot and the bullets,
All these I feel or am.
Walt Whitman
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PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
Emily Dickinson
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When you hit 30, it's that time of self-reflection. Some people are a success. Some people feel like they haven't achieved what they wanted to. Some people are married, some have kids, some are still single.
Hayden Schlossberg
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True enough, the country is calm. Calm as a morgue or a grave, would you not say?
Vaclav Havel
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I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled.
Charles Dickens
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The way he looked at her made her heart thump, her breath catch. For a second, those dark eyes seemed to have no end to them, as if she were looking into a hall of mirrors and seeing reflection upon reflection echoing into infinity.
Courtney Milan
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I've left this life with no rancour, I'll never have toothache again, Now I lie in the communal grave, the communal grave of time.
Georges Brassens
