Charles Dickens Quotes
In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church spire cast a long reflection on the graveyard grass; as if it were a dial (alas, the truest in the world!) marking, whatever light shone out of Heaven, the flight of days and weeks and years, by some new shadow on that solemn ground.
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I find myself so easily discouraged. It is pathetic how easily I can be discouraged - easily discouraged by resistance, easily discouraged by opposition, easily discouraged by hardness of heart, easily discouraged by blindness.
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I was never the pretty girl at school. I'm tiny and mixed-race. I grew up in a white area. I was always the loner.
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I feel like if you flip through my Instagram, you'll kind of see the same angles and poses every time. That's the trick to having people love your Instagram selfies. It's all about your angles.
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Bigotry toward any faith community cannot have any place in civilized society anywhere in the world.
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Understand that the right to choose your own path is a sacred privilege. Use it. Dwell in possibility.
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My grandfather arrived in Houston in 1942 as a refugee from Nazi Germany. He had lost everything - his profession, his language, his money - but the city welcomed him, as it has hundreds of thousands of immigrants over the years.
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Denial of childhood and denial of freedom are the biggest sins which humankind has been committing and perpetuating for ages.
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I am an opponent of war and of war preparations and an opponent of universal military training and conscription; but entirely apart from that issue, I hold that segregation in any part of the body politic is an act of slavery and an act of war.
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You learn so much on set; I don't know if you learn as much anywhere else as you do when you're on set, working.
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The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.
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An artist is born like a priest is born. If they are born an artist, I would tell them art is not a game: it is something very serious which completely requires everything you have to give.
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When I was about 13, I met the coolest, chicest young woman I had ever seen. She was a neighbor of mine who became a fashion designer and had a small design studio. She taught me so many things about style and fashion. I had always loved making things, so when she told me about her career in fashion, I knew I had found my path.
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I want to be the defensive player to break the MVP barrier. I want to break barriers. I want to do things when people tell me I can't.
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I don't want to know movie directors. I don't want to be close to them. I don't want to interfere with their work. I don't want them to interfere with mine.
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We think of Washington as the defensive-minded pragmatist who won the Revolution by avoiding unnecessary risks on the battlefield. But that was not how he started out.
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I think initially, the record industry struggled a lot with digital media because there are a lot of aspects to it that can potentially destroy our industry.
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Where evil habits are once settled, they are more easily broken than mended.
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Those darker sides, the things that we don't want to admit about ourselves - that's what excites me.
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To begin your commitment to new perceptions, start by paying attention to attack thoughts toward yourself and others.
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I am certainly interested in a tribunal in which, for having used my reason, I was deemed little less than a heretic. Who knows but men will reduce me from the profession of a philosopher to that of historian of the Inquisition!
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If we accept Heaven we shall not be able to retain even the smallest and most intimate souvenirs of Hell.
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May our daily choices be a reflection of our deepest values, and may we use our voices to speak for those who need us most, those who have no voice, those who have no choice.
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Our works do not generate righteousness, rather our righteousness in Christ generates works.
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In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church spire cast a long reflection on the graveyard grass; as if it were a dial (alas, the truest in the world!) marking, whatever light shone out of Heaven, the flight of days and weeks and years, by some new shadow on that solemn ground.
