Charles Dickens Quotes
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.
Charles Dickens
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Sometimes it's nice just being in your own room and having a quiet night and relaxing and getting ready for the game.
Patrick Kane
Most of us yearn for really intimate, healthy, in-person relationships. People have a deep desire to be understood, to be told that it's OK, that you're not isolated and broken, that this is part of the human challenge, and that there is hope. The capacity for online interactions to do that is powerful.
Ze Frank
People don't hear me talk. They don't expect me to.
Kate Moss
Abraham Lincoln was killed by the forces of white supremacy.
Ta-Nehisi Coates
The past speaks to us in a thousand voices, warning and comforting, animating and stirring to action.
Felix Adler
It's hard to remember, when you look at a magazine or when you look at pictures of people, and you forget that those people are people like you. They have flaws and insecurities. That's so easy to forget, even for me, as somebody who's sometimes in those magazines.
Dakota Fanning
I'm becoming more of a Jets fan, and 'Hard Knocks' has a lot to do with it. I like Rex Ryan. You know what? I'm going to give up the Cowboys. I'm now a Jets fan.
John Ortiz
I was tough at a very young age, where I was just fighting all the time.
Jake LaMotta
Television's Mr. Filth: that's me.
Dennis Potter
East and West, most societies have come to believe that competition will produce more prosperity for more people than a planned economy. I share that belief.
Anthony Lewis
I don't particularly want to jump out of an airplane with a parachute if I don't have to. I don't want to go bungee jumping. I like adventure with a real purpose that I can buy into.
John M. Grunsfeld
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.
Charles Dickens
