Anthony Rapp Quotes
Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature.
Anthony Rapp
Quotes to Explore
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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
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Because of my own family's service (in the U.S. Army, Navy, and Massachusetts and New York National Guard), I am a strong supporter of the military and do believe that there are just wars.
Camille Paglia
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My recipe for life is not being afraid of myself, afraid of what I think or of my opinions.
Eartha Kitt
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We say that our objective is to conquer complete independence, to install a people's power, to construct a new society without exploitation, for the benefit of all those who feel themselves to be Mozambicans.
Samora Machel
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I have a fat head – I get freaked-out looking at pictures of me.
Rachael Ray
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It's a sin to be tired.
Kate Moss
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There is the fear that we shan't prove worthy in the eyes of someone who knows us at least as well as we know ourselves. That is the fear of God. And there is the fear of Man -fear that men won't understand us and we shall be cut of from them.
Robert Frost
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If you're stumbling out of a bar, and people tweet about it, well, don't be dumb. If you're going to get falling-down drunk, stay at home - which I did a lot of.
Jason Bateman
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Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, however, turns out to be not a state, but a process. It needs not a map, but a history, and if I don't stop writing that history at some quite arbitrary point, there's no reason why I should ever stop.
C. S. Lewis
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The Lighthouse was then a silvery, misty-looking tower with a yellow eye, that opened suddenly, and softly in the evening. Now— James looked at the Lighthouse. He could see the white-washed rocks; the tower, stark and straight; he could see that it was barred with black and white; he could see windows in it; he could even see washing spread on the rocks to dry. So that was the Lighthouse, was it? No, the other was also the Lighthouse. For nothing was simply one thing. The other Lighthouse was true too.
Virginia Woolf
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Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature.
Anthony Rapp
