Celia Thaxter (Celia Laighton Thaxter) Quotes
O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! / O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! / O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, / That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.
Celia Thaxter
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Anxiety grew, the fear that always comes when an established pattern falters.
Tanith Lee
There is always something about conscious tact that is very irritating.
Agatha Christie
Sure, sure, I'd like to see Apples built in the United States, not built in China. I'd like to see them have factories in the United States. At least partially. They make nothing in the United States, virtually.
Donald Trump
Our awareness gap and the fuzziness about how people might understand Ulta today is a ripe opportunity for us as we think about going forward. I imagine this is like almost relaunching the brand of Ulta.
Mary Dillon
My advice would be, as you consider fiscal policies, to keep in mind and look carefully at the impact those policies are likely to have on the economy's productive capacity, on productivity growth, and to the maximum extent possible, choose policies that would improve that long-run growth and productivity outlook.
Janet Yellen
Fake buckteeth make a joke that you don't have to make any effort on, even if you're not a funny person.
Dave Itzkoff
I don't see scarey films. I certainly wouldn't go see my films.
Brian De Palma
I wish to God that you had as much pleasure in following my advice, as I have in giving it to you.
Philip Stanhope, 4th Earl of Chesterfield
We can no longer allow multinationals to parade as agents of progress and democracy in the newspapers, even as they subvert it at the workplace.
John Sweeney
The way of Heaven and Earth may be completely declared in one sentence: They are without any doubleness, and so they produce things in a manner that is unfathomable.
Confucius
O happy, happy morning! O dear, familiar place! / O warm, sweet tears of Heaven, fast falling on my face! / O well-remembered, rainy wind, blow all my care away, / That I may be a child again this blissful morn of May.
Celia Thaxter
