Charles Dickens Quotes
Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again comes peeping through the windows: and, giving place to day, sees night withdraw into the vaults, and follows it, and drives it out, and hides among the dead.
Charles Dickens
Quotes to Explore
But when you have bad governance, of course, these resources are destroyed: The forests are deforested, there is illegal logging, there is soil erosion. I got pulled deeper and deeper and saw how these issues become linked to governance, to corruption, to dictatorship.
Wangari Maathai
Roc Nation has an army. I'm happy because this is what I needed. I have the music, but they have the muscle.
Yandel
Wisin & Yandel
To be sure, boxing has always been, at best, a shady and sometimes cutthroat business, buttressed by hype and tomfoolery rivalling, at times, that of carnival circuses.
Dan Hill
If you have an opportunity to use your voice you should use it.
Samuel L. Jackson
Be careful not to compromise what you want most for what you want now.
Zig Ziglar
On 'Glee,' the director can be like, 'Hey, your face is looking a little too intense here.' And they can show me the screen, and I can be like, 'I know exactly what to do here.'
Samuel Larsen
The thing is, work is the thing I love the most.
Katharine McPhee
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef gets dashed against the Co-op,To either cut down on beer or the kids' new gear, it's a big decision in a town called malice.
Paul Weller
Incognito
After a foreign invasion, there has to be a sort of feeling of musical inadequacy in the country.
Simon Le Bon
Duran Duran
Because a true sense of purpose is deeply emotional, it serves as a compass to guide us to act in a way completely consistent with our values and beliefs. Purpose does not need to involve calculations or numbers. Purpose is about the quality of life. Purpose is human, not economic.
Simon Sinek
Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again comes peeping through the windows: and, giving place to day, sees night withdraw into the vaults, and follows it, and drives it out, and hides among the dead.
Charles Dickens