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
I think there are ways to get so caught up in your career and being so heavy and dramatic, and everyone wants to be a tortured genius.
Laura Dern
I want a part where I can use my own hair, my own voice, and maybe even be literate.
Judy Holliday
Due to mistakenly believing that outer problems are their own problems, most people seek ultimate refuge in the wrong objects. As a result, their suffering and problems never end.
Kelsang Gyatso
I remember hearing the song when I was 12 or 14 in - it must have been in Chicago, 'cause we didn't have a radio on the farm, and it was during the second World War. I had three brothers in that war who went overseas.
Abbey Lincoln
Obama's even keel sometimes comes across as aloof or even cold.
Mara Liasson
The window opened gently and a still Autumn night entered cat-like. Edwin smelt freedom and London autumn – decay, smoke, cold, motor oil.
Anthony Burgess
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
