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
I'm getting married because I'm in love with a girl and want to spend my life with her. You can't live your life doing what other people want you to or you'll be miserable. At some point you just have to be yourself.
Dan Marino
God shapes the world by prayer. Prayers are deathless. The lips that uttered them may be closed to death, the heart that felt them may have ceased to beat, but the prayers live before God, and God's heart is set on them and prayers outlive the lives of those who uttered them; they outlive a generation, outlive an age, outlive a world.
Edward McKendree Bounds
The most common characteristic of all police states is intimidation by surveillance. Citizens know they are being watched and overheard. Their mail is being examined. Their homes can be invaded.
Vance Packard
Suffrage is a common right of citizenship. Women have the right of suffrage. Logically it cannot be escaped.
Victoria Woodhull
I'm not a big fan of the George Lucas school of meddling and tinkering. That's a slippery slope.
Mark Waid
Beautiful updos with natural hair are great!
Zendaya
... 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