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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My hair was curly, and everyone else's was straight or in micro braids. I didn't have a lot of money, so I shopped at thrift stores. And I'm petite - I never looked shapely. I remember thinking, 'Will I ever have that stereotypical round, full butt that people think most black women have? I had to find another way to feel good about myself.
Ashleigh Murray
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Still, no gardener would be a gardener if he did not live in hope.
Vita Sackville-West
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I spent two years day and night in that studio trying to learn what the hell was going on.
Max Martin
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I'm a movie nut. I go to the movies probably twice a week, and if I'm not doing anything at night, I'm usually watching a movie or two.
Dominic Monaghan
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O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven
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