Charles Dickens Quotes
It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light. The streets were, as yet, nearly free from passengers, the houses and shops were closed, and the healthy air of morning fell like breath from angels, on the sleeping town.
Charles Dickens
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The options are war versus peace, and I am delighted that, so far, it appears that peaceful negotiation has won the day.
Valerie Plame
In 1953, Mom and Dad, living in Toronto, discovered, to their shock, that Mom was expecting. I was born in June 1954. My parents, thrilled, showered me with love.
Dan Hill
I was quite short and chubby until I was 14, when I shot up.
Rajiv Ouseph
A lot of people can't remember things because they weren't actually there to begin with - they don't take it all in.
Jack Nicholson
Tolerance is a very dull virtue. It is boring. Unlike love, it has always had a bad press. It is negative. It merely means putting up with people, being able to stand things.
E. M. Forster
I don't want to set the world up for surprises.
Barry Diller
I don't believe in failure. It is not failure if you enjoyed the process.
Oprah Winfrey
You were right, Hale. It was a bad job. It was a bad call. You were right to leave." "Kat..." Hale tried to reach for her, but even in the sand, Kat was quick and sure on her feet, and she moved nimbly away, leaving Hale with nothing but a fistful of salty air. "Thanks for coming back and helping me find her and all, but..." She looked at Gabrielle, who stood leaning against Simon, still bruised and almost broken. " I think I've got to take it from here.".... She was sure right up until the point when Hale said, "No.
Ally Carter
When adversity overtakes you, it pays to be thankful it was not worse instead of worrying over your misfortune.
Napoleon Hill
He can compress the most words into the smallest ideas of any man I ever met.
Abraham Lincoln
It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light. The streets were, as yet, nearly free from passengers, the houses and shops were closed, and the healthy air of morning fell like breath from angels, on the sleeping town.
Charles Dickens
