Charles Dickens Quotes
Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were exchanged in the long close embrace between the orphans, be sacred. A father, sister, and mother, were gained, and lost, in that one moment. Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain.
Quotes to Explore
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When you are tough on yourself, life is going to be infinitely easier on you.
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I would love to do some theater.
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Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
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It was very hard for me to practice and enjoy my tennis, and I didn't know the why, so I worked with psychologists to try and see what was happening. They pushed me really hard.
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Forget not, O Lord, that I am one of those whom Thou hast created, and with Thine own blood hast redeemed. I repent me of my sins: I will strive to amend my ways.
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After the second and final time that I got hugely fat in my life and when I lost that weight six or seven years ago, I pretty much decided that I was going to stay in decent shape for the rest of my life.
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I cannot even remember a time before being conscious of James Bond.
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In reality, I've always been an actor - since I was a kid. I did theater growing up in New York. I was always in the plays in school. I was either going to be an actor or an athlete or a soldier. Those were kind of the three paths that I always kind of embarked on.
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But, look, Washington is a town that creates myths for its own existence and its own amusement, and I was a subject of myth, sort of like Grendel in Beowulf - you know, not seen very often but often talked about.
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I started out doing musicals.
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From the viewpoint of what you can do, therefore, languages do differ - but the differences are limited. For example, Python and Ruby provide almost the same power to the programmer.
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If any human being is to reach full maturity both the masculine and feminine sides of the personality must be brought up into consciousness.
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People may get tired of hearing from me, but I don't think I'll ever run out of things that I want to write about.
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The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
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Zionism is a revolutionary process. And in a revolution, you must be ready not to think too much about sentiments or human weaknesses.
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If there is no threat to the lives of the citizens, our tactic will be to not intervene or impede members of the protest in expressing their will freely.
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We all have hierarchies at work - even on set, the runner would never walk up to the director and ask for a cup of coffee.
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My last divorce was in '68. What made it come to a head was a promise. See, I had promised her that the next year I wouldn't work as much. But then I got in trouble with the IRS, and I had to continue working just as much to pay the government. So she said I lied, which is something I never did.
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I never realised there was so much of it,' Sandra muttered. 'Hours. I feel every minute.
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I was a lawyer for 10 years, and when youre in law, things really have to get done, or somebody sues you. Its a great trick.
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In some ways, technology keeps on enhancing us, and we embrace it.
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What has happened to architecture since the second world war that the only passers-by who can contemplate it without pain are those equipped with a white stick and a dog?
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Without a doubt, the next few minutes would be the most hellishly exciting in my life. Grinding pain and killer fatigue waited just beyond the word, "Partez." But I tried to ignore those prespects, and concentrate on the priceless feelings that also awaited. I thought about the perfect strokes we would take, and about the merciless surge of power we would unleash in the last 500 meters.
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Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were exchanged in the long close embrace between the orphans, be sacred. A father, sister, and mother, were gained, and lost, in that one moment. Joy and grief were mingled in the cup; but there were no bitter tears: for even grief arose so softened, and clothed in such sweet and tender recollections, that it became a solemn pleasure, and lost all character of pain.
