Charles Dickens Quotes
... when the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands.
Charles Dickens
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Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right.
Isaac Asimov
I'm not that ambitious chick. I'm not chasing a cover of a magazine or an award. I've just never been that girl. I've always been very content with whatever God blessed me with and he's already blessed me with a lot.
Yvette Nicole Brown
I have always been a generous and enthusiastic reader.
Karen Joy Fowler
We talk about feelings. And about sex. And about bodies, and their gratification, violation, repair, decoration, deferred, maybe permanently deferred, mortality. Feelings are a bodily thing, and respecting them is called, is, kindness.
A. S. Byatt
I've never managed to keep a journal longer than two weeks.
Joanne Rowling
It seems like bluegrass people have more great stories to tell than other musicians.
Dan Fogelberg
Even if we fail, we are still gaining life experience. The worst thing that could happen is that we come out smarter and more prepared for our next challenge.
Jane Powell
You don't have to know anything about baseball to respond to Babe Ruth because he's just this magnificent human being. And a really good story because he was this kid who grew up essentially as an orphan, you know, had a tough life, and then he became the most successful baseball player ever. But he was also a really good guy.
Bill Bryson
I have always seen cold and controlled men as the right ones for me.
Elisabetta Canalis
Mexico has never been anybody's backyard.
Adolfo Aguilar Zinser
My dad was an actor, and he made it all seem quite magical. It felt like a slightly subversive thing, telling stories, when all of my other friends' parents were builders or bank clerks. It's always seemed quite magical to me.
Johnny Flynn
... when the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands.
Charles Dickens