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
They've participated extensively in this conference and they are doing their best to help.
Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka
Those are serious questions of war and peace, of freedom or tyranny, whether or not there is ever going to be a hope of us instilling some democratic systems in a part of the world that frankly is breeding hate and destruction directed right at us.
Zach Wamp
I love football.
Kaitlin Olson
Our saving grace! Um, as a species [humans] we can be pretty warm and fuzzy. But maybe for this, it's the adaptability, or the heart and soul. We're not all that bad. I don't really know!
Keanu Reeves
And I have known the arms already, known them all - Arms that are braceleted and white and bare But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!It is perfume from a dress That makes me so digress?Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl. And should I then presume?
T. S. Eliot
... 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