Charles Dickens Quotes
What is the odds so long as the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather! What is the odds so long as the spirit is expanded by means of rosy wine, and the present moment is the least happiest of our existence!
Charles Dickens
Quotes to Explore
Business chief executive officers and their boards succumb to the pressures of the financial markets and their fears of takeovers and pour out their energies to produce quarterly earnings - at the expense of building their companies for the long term.
J. Irwin Miller
'The Crumbling of America' should be required viewing for local and national government, not to mention the local and national media who should be keeping their feet to the fire on guarding against disaster.
Rachel Sklar
Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop. Die knowing something. You are not here long.
Walker Evans
Consider well this fact: As long as the German people does not arise and use force directed by its own will, the assassination of the people will continue.
Karl Liebknecht
When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.
W. Somerset Maugham
I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, his cloak was out at the elbows, the water passed through his shoes, - and the stars through his soul.
Victor Hugo
Wayne and Drake, it takes them so long to do a song. I understand why, because they want it to be perfect. But I think I can do a perfect song in 10 minutes.
Young Thug
So many people try to grow up too fast, and it's not fun! You should stay a kid as long as possible!
Vanessa Hudgens
For so long, I've been a little misunderstood as a person. You know, I do have this strut about me. I don't know if it's the Jersey girl in me. I like to think of myself as an egg, you know? Hard on the outside but soft on the inside.
Carli Lloyd
I don't connect much with the present. I have more of an affinity for what came in the past.
Paloma Faith
A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
Saint Basil
I think Paris smells not just sweet but melancholy and curious, sometimes sad but always enticing and seductive. She's a city for the all senses, for artists and writers and musicians and dreamers, for fantasies, for long walks and wine and lovers and, yes, for mysteries.
M. J. Rose