Charles Dickens Quotes
The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that seemed to follow him: not hurrying in the wild chase with the others, but lingering sullenly behind, and gliding darkly and stealthily on. He often looked back at this, and, more than once, stopped to let it pass over; but, somehow, when he went forward again, it was still behind him, coming mournfully and slowly up, like a shadowy funeral train.
Charles Dickens
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We don't have one of those houses where there's a rope that separates the kids' area from the adult area. There's a happy medium. It's all about fabric choices, accessories.
Candice Olson
The funny thing is, I'm not really a big reader, not a big fan of books in the first place.
Macaulay Culkin
I have to trust what I do and then do it.
Ednita Nazario
A lot of people think I had such a rosy career, but I wanted to identify that one of the things that helps you have a long career is learning how to deal with adversity, how to get past it. Once I learned how to get through that, others things didn't seem so hard.
Cal Ripken, Jr.
I didn't grow up in one of those restrictive Christian households where you couldn't do this or that. We were brought up with a great collection of good morals and good values, but we also had fun. We'd go to church on Sunday, but then have ice cream, roller skate or play in the park afterwards.
Yolanda Adams
They should have a rule: in order to be a sportswriter, you have to have played that sport, at some level; high school, college, junior college, somewhere. Or, you should have had to have been around the game for a long time.
Oscar Robertson
Every company that made computers when we started the Mac, they're all gone.
Phil Schiller
I'm a night owl for sure. I was born at 1 A.M., and that's the excuse I use.
Karla Souza
Quintus Cassius: I have dreamed of this night, boy.he purred, and gently stroked the side of my face with the baseball bat.Quintus Cassius: In my day, we would say that revenge is sweet. But times have changed. How do you say...? 'Payback is a bitch.'
Jim Butcher
At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.
Pablo Neruda
The typographic lore of school children points to the gap between the scribal and typographic man. (p. 103)
Marshall McLuhan
The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that seemed to follow him: not hurrying in the wild chase with the others, but lingering sullenly behind, and gliding darkly and stealthily on. He often looked back at this, and, more than once, stopped to let it pass over; but, somehow, when he went forward again, it was still behind him, coming mournfully and slowly up, like a shadowy funeral train.
Charles Dickens
