Charles Dickens Quotes
There are hopes, the bloom of whose beauty would be spoiled by the trammels of description; too lovely, too delicate, too sacred for words, they should only be known through the sympathy of hearts.
Charles Dickens
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I don't think anybody is a poet 24/7, only in those rare moments when a person is producing a poem.
X. J. Kennedy
All societies that have survived have survived based on their ability to prepare their sons to be disposable, in war and at work-and therefore as dads.
Warren Farrell
All mankind, right down to those you most despise, are your neighbors.
Isaac Asimov
I had very little in common with and knew even less about a generation that I was supposed to be the voice of.
Bob Dylan
You see what power is – holding someone else's fear in your hand and showing it to them.
Amy Tan
As anyone who has the slightest knowledge of my work knows, I have little in common with Larkin, who was tall, taciturn and thin-on-top, and unlike him I laugh, nay, sneer, in the face of death. I will concede one point: we are both lesbian poets.
Carol Ann Duffy
My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
William Shenstone
When our bodies are sick and people extend their sympathy, bring us soup, offer up solutions. When our minds are sick, people tend to shy away from you, be afraid, or call you outright crazy. I'm fascinated by the way society and individuals view mental illness, and most of my shorts comment on that.
Anna Akana
...but in every century, and ever since England has been what it is, an Englishman has always felt somewhat ashamed of his own emotion and of his own sympathy.
Emma Orczy
Be involved with the people with the live hearts, the live eyes, who are committed to something.
Harry Chapin
Just because a rapper is white, I don't feel the need to attack them.
Yelawolf
There are hopes, the bloom of whose beauty would be spoiled by the trammels of description; too lovely, too delicate, too sacred for words, they should only be known through the sympathy of hearts.
Charles Dickens