Florence Nightingale Quotes
What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine - they are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine - they are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior, jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior.
Florence Nightingale
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Actually, I didn't like Dartmouth very much, but the whole theater scene I really liked.
Rachel Dratch
One of the last books I read was 'Game Change: Obama and the Clintons, McCain and Palin, and the Race of a Lifetime' by John Heilemann and Mark Halperin. It gives a really good behind-the-scenes look at the campaigns. I didn't ask the president how accurate it was. I wouldn't ask him that.
Gary Locke
Your private life is really very important for you. You know, all of us, you know.
Yoko Ono
When I got back to Madison Avenue, I realized that copywriters made more than artists, so I switched.
Gary Jennings
I thought I had to write literature and add my name to the list of great Southern storytellers. Fortunately for me, no one wanted to read any of those stories. They got rejected by everyone. Sometimes, I would get a note saying they liked the writing, but the story simply didn't work.
Karin Slaughter
Cable news is more titillating to talk about who's up and who's down and all that nonsense as opposed to what's actually done.
Kal Penn
The White Knight must not have whiskers; he must not be made to look old.
Lewis Carroll
There is no wilderness like a life without friends; friendship multiplies blessings and minimizes misfortunes; it is a unique remedy against adversity, and it soothes the soul.
Baltasar Gracian
For me, like, obviously, I want to see myself onscreen.
Dee Rees
They take the paper and they read the headlines. So they've heard of unemployment and they've heard of bread-lines. And they philanthropically cure them all by getting up a costume charity ball.
Ogden Nash
I think the seventies caught the last red rays of the dying sun of this innocence, but were already a little cold and drab.
Quentin S. Crisp
What the horrors of war are, no one can imagine - they are not wounds and blood and fever, spotted and low, or dysentery, chronic and acute, cold and heat and famine - they are intoxication, drunken brutality, demoralization and disorder on the part of the inferior, jealousies, meanness, indifference, selfish brutality on the part of the superior.
Florence Nightingale
