Charles Dickens Quotes
Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes.
Charles Dickens
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Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.
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Vanessa Marano
Boxing combines, in perfect proportion, strength, speed, and endurance. Normally, most sports are either about one of the three: either about speed or endurance or strength. Boxing combines all three of them. It's really intense.
Edgar Ramirez
'Oh and Oh' is a tennis term... It's a nice way of saying you took your opponent to pieces.
Venus Williams
Wherever you go in the world, Batman is known. Everyone has an idea of what he should be like.
Sam Heughan
I have always tried my best to do what I thought was the right thing at the time.
Pat Nixon
There are very few people I would trust to look after my children.
Louise Nurding
Anything seems commonplace, once explained.
Arthur Conan Doyle
For they might be parted for hundreds of years, she and Peter; she never wrote a letter and his were dry sticks; but suddenly it would come over her, If he were with me now what would he say? --some days, some sights bringing him back to her calmly, without the old bitterness; which perhaps was the reward of having cared for people; they came back in the middle of St. James's Park on a fine morning--indeed they did.
Virginia Woolf
A man must always have the possibility of a final choice between life and death. You can take him all the rest, but that never.
Conn Iggulden
Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes.
Charles Dickens
