Thomas Carlyle Quotes
Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. The burning of a little straw may hide the stars of the sky; but the stars are there and will reappear.
Thomas Carlyle
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I'd like President Bush to think maybe there's another way to think, that maybe Kissinger was wrong when he says we had to go in there because he was wrong about Vietnam.
F. Murray Abraham
I love the film route and I'm gong to try my hardest to stay on it.
Hailee Steinfeld
I respect women to the utmost.
Magic Johnson
This feeling of not belonging to the same sensation which grips you in a dream, you find yourself walking through an unfamiliar district. On waking you realize, little by little, that the pattern of its streets had overlaid with the one with which, in day time, you are familiar.
Patrick Modiano
Goethe said that the worst thing in art is technical facility accompanied by triteness. Many an artist, like God, has never needed to think twice about anything. His works are the mad scene from Giselle, on ice skates: he weeps, pulls out his hair-holding his wrists like Lifar-and tells you what Life is, all at a gliding forty miles an hour.
Randall Jarrell
Existence is illusory and it is eternal.
Albert Camus
Never give a sword to a man who can't dance.
Confucius
I hear them playing Elvis, they on they way to Graceland. But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk.
Wyclef Jean
Fugees
As a youngster, when I started writing and stuff, I did actually write more from other people's perspectives. When I hit 18 and something happened to me that hurt me, I discovered that writing the truth is really therapeutic and amazing.
Sam Smith
Whatever happened to the good old days: you know, dirty attics, tuberculosis and general all-round suffering?
Arnold Wesker
Superstition! that horrid incubus which dwelt in darkness, shunning the light, with all its racks, and poison chalices, and foul sleeping draughts, is passing away without return. Religion cannot pass away. The burning of a little straw may hide the stars of the sky; but the stars are there and will reappear.
Thomas Carlyle