Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Quotes
Every man loves and admires his own country because it produced him.
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Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.
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I won the crown for what I am - I'm certainly not going to let go of that!
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[Science fiction is] a specialized type of fantasy, in which the prime assumption usually is a new scientific discovery or invention.
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Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.
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My backhand is definitely a lot more solid and consistent. There were times when I couldn't hit it into the ocean.
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Although there may be tragedy in your life, there’s always a possibility to triumph. It doesn’t matter who you are, where you come from. The ability to triumph begins with you. Always.
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Many refined people will not kill a fly, but eat an ox.
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The tattoo has a profound meaning: the superficiality of modern man's existence.
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They [the people under you] may desire help, but more than anything else they desire sympathy. Don't make the mistake of turning such men down with the statement that you have troubles of your own.
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Mourn not for the vanished ages with their grand, heroic men, who dwell in history's pages and live in the poets pen for the grandest times are before us and the world is yet to see the noblest work of this old earth in the men that are to be.
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There's not a man in here that doesn't realize that Johnny makes us go. He's the catalyst.
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You have it now and that is all your whole life is; now. There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow.
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I am a feminist who loves men.
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Chimes?" Phyllis asked. "Chimes to call a lover? Chimes with the voice of a bird trapped in them? Chimes that play you whatever song you most desire to hear?" "No thanks," said Nick. "We've got MTV.
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Every man loves and admires his own country because it produced him.
