Anne Boleyn Quotes
O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
Anne Boleyn
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I'm not afraid of death. What's to fear? Once you're dead, that's it. Nothing. I don't believe in heaven or hell. That's baloney. What matters is the here and now. Yes, I'm 88, and there are things I can't do: I can't run a race or climb Everest. But isn't life magnificent?
Patrick Macnee
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I have already seen death, and I know that death is supporting me in my cause of education. Death does not want to kill me.
Malala Yousafzai
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There was always a love-hate relationship with New York in the rest of the country, but I made them feel more love than hate.
Ed Koch
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Among the many signs of a lively faith and hope we have in eternal life, one of the surest is not being overly sad at the death of those whom we dearly love in our Lord.
Saint Ignatius
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Truly, love is delightful and pleasant food, supplying, as it does, rest to the weary, strength to the weak, and joy to the sorrowful. It in fact renders the yoke of truth easy and its burden light.
Saint Bernard
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Who has connections to Connecticut? That's where rich people go to live the rest of their life in the woods.
Patrice O'Neal
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I'd look at one of my stonecutters hammering away at the rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet, at the hundred and first blow it would split in two, and I knew it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
Jacob Riis
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I worked full time jobs, basically doing manual labor until I could make enough money supporting myself as a musician.
Flea
Jane's Addiction
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I'm a big sports fan.
David Chang
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It is when you are asking about something that you realize you yourself have survived it, and so you must carry it, or fashion it into a thing that carries itself.
Anne Carson
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I think people assume that women write about the domestic sphere. Women write about relationships and family. Men do, too, but then it's the Great American Novel.
Molly Ringwald
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O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast.
Anne Boleyn