Charles Dickens Quotes
The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again.
Charles Dickens
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I never went to school more than six months in my life, but I can say this: that among my earliest recollections, I remember how, when a mere child, I used to get irritated when anybody talked to me in a way I could not understand.
Abraham Lincoln
I don't know that I'd call myself an optimist.
Patrick deWitt
Even after he was gone, I still loved my father. I looked Norwegian, like him, with a long face, strong jaw, thin mouth, and flashing eyes. And, like him, I was verbal, easygoing, and low-key on the surface, and, deep down, proud, socially paranoid, full of self-loathing, and prone to rage at injustice.
Kate Christensen
I don't think we're as divided as many in the elite would have us believe.
Ed Gillespie
But it's not just a game of finding literary references.
Dan Simmons
A writer is like a bean plant - he has his little day, and then gets stringy.
E. B. White
Apparently, I've acted like a terrorist. But I'm not a terrorist.
Mahatma Gandhi
True friends, like ivy and the wall Both stand together, and together fall.
Thomas Carlyle
I complained to Waki' about the weakness of my memorisation,
So he instructed me to abandon disobedience;
He informed me that knowledge is a light,
And the light of Allah is not given to a sinner.
Al-Shafi‘i
I’m a very introverted person and this whole constant self promotion that musicians are forced into these days is something I can’t stand, because fans, media and music industry people spend more time looking at social media stats than actually listening to the music.
Nic Endo
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The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again.
Charles Dickens
