Charles Dickens Quotes
The bright, frosty day declined as they walked and spoke together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them, and the old city lay red before them, as their walk drew to a close. The moaning water cast its seaweed duskily at their feet, when they turned to leave its margin; and the rooks hovered above them with hoarse cries, darker splashes in the darkening air.
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Every loan that we did in the City of Detroit in the 10 years they studied - between 2005 and 2014 - were conventional FHA, VA loans with average interest rates of 6%.
Dan Gilbert
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I feel nowadays a lot of bands can be too overly produced. There's something about the leather pants and bare bodies and Axl Rose running back and forth on a stage and going crazy. I love all that.
Malin Akerman
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What Washington needs is adult supervision.
Barack Obama
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For me, if I'm just killing time, I play solitaire. I'm also guilty of playing Snood. I like games where I can shoot balls and match colors.
Jack McBrayer
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The more I talk about things, the more I understand myself.
Gavin Rossdale Bush
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I chose the most explosive dress I could find. I put a ton of makeup on and some great round earrings. I looked like Jennifer Jones in Duel in the Sun.
Victoria Abril
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Date a woman with children only if you are ready to man up, because it's a position that comes with responsibility.
Taraji P. Henson
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I've never bought this idea of taking a therapeutic distance. If I see a student or house staff cry, I take great faith in that. That's a great person; they're going to be a great doctor.
Abraham Verghese
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I go home, and I'm a blob. I just lay there and don't do anything - lay by the pool with the other husbands while the wives work. It's fantastic. It's really good. That's kind of our life at home.
Garth Brooks
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We grew up listening to music like that: we grew up on the snap music, grew up off the trap music, grew up on all the South sound.
Quavo Migos
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We are constantly competing with the monsters from the id.
Walter Becker China Crisis
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People don't know how to listen, and it's not their fault. In school, we learn how to read, we learn how to write - but nobody teaches you how to listen.
Dan Pink
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I like to paint, I'm absolutely no good at it, but I'm so comfortable with that because it's good for me to have something to fail at.
J. August Richards
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I needed to purge myself of all the attention my parents had given me – I wasn't neglected enough as a child.
Captain Beefheart
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Sometimes, I think the best kind of poem is one in which there is an acute balance between what is humorous and that which is very serious. That balance is very hard to strike. But it can be done.
N. Scott Momaday
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I was born with an evil face.
Barry Sloane
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Poor people have more fun than rich people, they say; and I notice it's the rich people who keep saying it.
Jack Paar
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In boxing, it's one fight, so it's easier to build up rivalries, but everyone's got huge respect for each other.
Katarina Johnson-Thompson
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I really think that if there's any one enemy to human creativity, especially creative writing, its self-consciousness. And if you have one eye on the mirror to see how you're doing, you're not doing it as well as you can. Don't think about publishing, don't think about editors, don't think about marketplace.
Andre Dubus III
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I can't lie... My face always gives me away. I'm also pathetically bad at poker!
Cat Deeley
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Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
Chief Seattle
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Growth is never by mere chance; it is the result of forces working together.
James Cash Penney
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The bright, frosty day declined as they walked and spoke together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them, and the old city lay red before them, as their walk drew to a close. The moaning water cast its seaweed duskily at their feet, when they turned to leave its margin; and the rooks hovered above them with hoarse cries, darker splashes in the darkening air.
Charles Dickens