F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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A child learns to discard his ideals, whereas a grown-up never wears out his short pants.
Karl Kraus
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I took religion much too seriously, however, and its overall effect was depressing. I would have really liked to discard it, but somehow I couldn't.
Jack Dee
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Some people can be choosy because they're ultratalented or lucky or whatever, but yeah, there are certain things that might not be the greatest thing on my resume. But I don't sit back and go, 'Gosh, I wish I didn't do that.' It's all part of the growth of a career, whether you're an entertainer or a librarian.
Zach Galifianakis
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Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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We do not need more intellectual power, we need more spiritual power. We do not need more of the things that are seen, we need more of the things that are unseen.
Calvin Coolidge
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I had written lyrics to a song called The Silent Extreme, which Alex later renamed Humans Being.
Sammy Hagar
Van Halen
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Twice, adv. Once too often.
Ambrose Bierce
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Within ten years, we shall have the means to kill 80 million Russians. I truly believe that one does not light-heartedly attack people who are able to kill 80 million Russians, even if one can kill 800 million French, that is if there were 800 million French.
Charles de Gaulle
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As with 'feminism,' not to mention 'liberalism' and 'conservatism,' 'political correctness' tends to mean what you want it to mean, which also pretty much amounts to utter meaninglessness.
Meghan Daum
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But, you know, I just did a big trip in the spring to Vietnam and Cambodia and Thailand, and that's when I bought a Kindle. I have like 15 books on this one little gizmo. But when I came home, the first night I picked up the book that was on my nightstand and I went right back to that.
Lisa See
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Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.
William Shakespeare
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The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
F. Scott Fitzgerald