Charles Dickens Quotes
The very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer’s shop, forgot their wings and briskness, and baked to death in dusty corners of the window.
Charles Dickens
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I'm glad we turned into a big-time touring band later in life. In fact, it's almost like we planned it out that way.
Walter Becker
China Crisis
The cat is classic whilst the dog is Gothic - nowhere in the animal world can we discover such really Hellenic perfection of form, with anatomy adapted to function, as in the felidae.
H. P. Lovecraft
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.
Saint Ambrose
Bipartisanship helps to avoid extremes and imbalances. It causes compromises and accommodations. So let's cooperate.
Zbigniew Brzezinski
I'm generally competing with the ideal I have set for myself, and I've found that served me very well.
Victoria Principal
I developed this - I don't know, like a burning love, almost, inside of me that I just wanted to get up, and I just wanted to skate every single day and get better.
J. R. Celski
'Free competition enforced by law' is a grotesque contradiction in terms.
Ayn Rand
Describing Starry Night: Firmament and planets both disappeared, but the mighty breath which gives life to all things and in which all is bound up remained.
Vincent Van Gogh
If somebody else wanted to do a song for McDonald's, that's up to them. I wouldn't do something like that, but whatever.
Kurt Vile
Our past is who we are, and death is one of our experiences. I lost my husband a long time ago, but it's always yesterday.
Talia Shire
Death by hanging...I deserved it and I expected it, as I've always told you. I am glad that I have had the chance to defend myself and to think things over in the last few months.
Hans Frank
The very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer’s shop, forgot their wings and briskness, and baked to death in dusty corners of the window.
Charles Dickens