Kiersten White Quotes
Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes.
Kiersten White
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Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
D. H. Lawrence
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A woman can look both moral and exciting... if she also looks as if it was quite a struggle.
Edna Ferber
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I love and adore being a mother. It's the greatest gift I've ever been given.
Uma Thurman
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And upon this act, sincerely believed to be an act of justice, warranted by the Constitution, upon military necessity, I invoke the considerate judgment of all mankind, and the gracious favor of Almighty God.
Salmon P. Chase
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Everything I do is for my parents and my family. The car is nice, the house is nice, but none of this matters without them. If it wasn't for them, I wouldn't be here. I don't know where I would be, honestly.
J. R. Smith
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My childhood was appalling.
Taylor Caldwell
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There were a couple Aborigines in my primary school, but we never spoke to them. They kept to themselves, and we never really even locked eyes. They weren't acknowledged officially either.
Phillip Noyce
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Between his eyes, there were four lines, the marks of such misery as children should never feel. He spoke with that wonderful whisky voice that so many Spanish children have, and he was a tough and entire little boy.
Martha Gellhorn
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I read recently that someone set up a Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Robots in America. The idea being that if something robotic can have responsibilities then it should also have rights.
Emily Berrington
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The summer day is closed - the sun is set:
Well they have done their office, those bright hours,
The latest of whose train goes softly out
In the red west. The green blade of the ground
Has risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twig
Has spread its plaited tissues to the sun;
Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown
And withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil,
From bursting cells, and in their graves await
Their resurrection. Insects from the pools
Have filled the air awhile with humming wings,
That now are still for ever; painted moths
Have wandered the blue sky, and died again
William Cullen Bryant
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Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes.
Kiersten White