Anne Bronte Quotes
I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes.
Anne Bronte
Quotes to Explore
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What in heaven's name is strange about a grandmother dancing nude? I'll bet lots of grandmothers do it.
Sally Rand
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Renouncement: the heroism of mediocrity.
Natalie Clifford Barney
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When friends ask for a second cup they are open to conversation.
Gail Parent
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Everything is tennis for me, it's my career and it's entertainment, but it's also a business.
Venus Williams
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That's a real secret. You can trust God. I feel I love the Lord with all of my heart, and he will not put more on me than I can bear. And so I always say, 'Lord, I trust you with me.' So I figure, anything that happens in my life, I must be able to bear it, or he wouldn't allow it to happen.
Tammy Faye Bakker
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My dad said, 'Cam, you can make this situation a dream or you can make this situation a nightmare.' That struck a fire under me. That was my drive.
Cam Newton
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I haven't had an orthodox career.
Sally Field
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No man underestimates the wrongs he suffers; many take them more seriously than is right.
Sallust
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Every city has a Donald Trump; ours is just the Trumpiest.
Padma Lakshmi
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Women in leadership cannot cry without raising a storm of commentary.
Madeleine M. Kunin
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I've made mistakes. Like, bringing people to your level who don't deserve to be there. They're trying to bite off your so-called fame, make a name off of you. I think I did a lot of that - allowed people to be relevant in my life who really aren't relevant to me at all.
Odell Beckham, Jr.
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The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed.
Charles Dickens
