Charles Dickens Quotes
The sun,--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.
Charles Dickens
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I'm honored that I'm in history, but I don't think it would mean anything if it doesn't change anything.
Raha Moharrak
I hate ugliness. You know I'm allergic to ugliness.
Imelda Marcos
I'm a little angry in life.
Vincent Cassel
I'd say, if you want to be an artist, start with your art; start with making great music and it will, hopefully, eventually cut through all of the nonsense that is out there.
Queen Latifah
The first bike that I bought was a Triumph 650. I really like the Triumph 650. I mean, of course, I've driven Harleys, and I think in 'Savage Seven' I drove an Indian, but - I really love Triumph.
Larry Bishop
While certainly no pressing threat to Gordon Lightfoot, I knew it was simply a matter of time until I was going to be a star.
Dan Hill
I'll always welcome some extra shifts and some extra ice time, and it's my job to be as prepared as possible to play those minutes.
Patrick Kane
They grieve until they find the individual alive, and if they don't, and the computer matches them up, then the grieving process moves on. It's reality now, and hope has diminished into facts
John Callahan
We had set out in a rain of flowers to seek the death of heroes. The war was our dream of greatness, power and glory. It was a man's work, a duel on the fields whose flowers would be stained with blood. There is no lovelier death in the world... Anything rather than stay at home, anything to make one with the rest.
Ernst Junger
Habit simplifies our movements, makes them accurate, and diminishes fatigue.
William James
The sun,--the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man--burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.
Charles Dickens
