Charles Dickens Quotes
Surely there had been no figure leaning on the back of his chair; no face looking over it. It is certain that no gliding footstep touched the floor, as he lifted up his head, with a start, and spoke. And yet there was no mirror in the room on whose surface his own form could have cast its shadow for a moment; and, Something had passed darkly and gone!
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The times that I have done something that I didn't respond to emotionally right away, it's generally not worked out too well.
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I can't change my bra size. They're natural! I can work out and I can stay healthy and motivated, but I can't change some things. I really just live my life. I love my body. It's what God gave me! I feel confident with myself, and if that inspires other women to feel confident with their bodies, great.
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So, deadpan I think just means not acknowledging for one second that you think that this is funny and clever.
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When history looks back, it will prove what I'll die knowing.
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Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.
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I am proud to be a member of the Congress of the United States.
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There are no words to describe my feelings for Errol Flynn.
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Jesus does not give recipes that show the way to God as other teachers of religion do. He is himself the way.
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Despite overwhelming support for the United States to adopt English as its official language, we have still not taken that important step.
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When I turned 59, I looked at that as the first day of my 60th year, so I've been 60 for the last 365 days, in my opinion. So I've been thinking all this year, I'm 60 - this is the time when I need to get some stuff done.
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The other thing about FEMA, my understanding is that it was supposed to move into the Department of Homeland Security... and be what it was, but also having a lot of lateral communication with all those others involved in that issue of homeland security.
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I was always singing as a kid. That's honestly all I've ever wanted to do.
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We as a nation have no choice but to conserve fuel to the best of our abilities or be prepared for harsh measures like steep price increase, if the need so arises.
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Believing you're something that you're not excites the mind and the imagination. And it's hopeful.
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Picasso, Michelangelo, possibly, might be verging on genius, but I don't think a painter like Rembrandt is a genius.
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I would never want a book's autograph. I am a proud non-reader of books.
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It's not about earning a paycheck, it's about doing something good that you believe in.
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I didn't feel attractive in high school.
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I used to be the best comic actor in my batch. Everyone knew that my comic timing was impeccable.
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As you get older, your skin tone will change, and that means the colours that suit you best change, too. Take a trip to a department store and ask for advice, or simply hold colours close to your face in the mirror, as this should give you a good idea of what works.
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He came your way And when he had to go There were roses growing in the snow Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul And you know that it was like this before we had to go You will never see these lights Glowing in your nights Until you feel this way.
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When I look at myself as a younger actor, I see what a tight ass I was. I had a pretty big shadow because of my father and the comparisons. I was self-conscious about that. Now I realize there was nothing to be worried about.
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These were my people; cells in my best image; my negation and deletion. In seeing them, I named them, and they began to spurt. She leaned with her whole life to kiss me. I was awake again and so was Darrel, the most awake we’d ever been. I walked through the kitchen over the piles of sleeping or prone pleased bodies to pretend I could see out through the mirror over the window to the flat backyard.
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Surely there had been no figure leaning on the back of his chair; no face looking over it. It is certain that no gliding footstep touched the floor, as he lifted up his head, with a start, and spoke. And yet there was no mirror in the room on whose surface his own form could have cast its shadow for a moment; and, Something had passed darkly and gone!
