Edwin Hubbell Chapin Quotes
There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel. There is an autumnal fitness when age gives up the ghost; and when the saint dies there is a tearful victory.
Edwin Hubbell Chapin
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To own the dominant, or only, newspaper in a mid-sized American city was, for many decades, a kind of license to print money. In the Internet age, however, no one has figured out how to rescue the newspaper in the United States or abroad.
Eric Alterman
The thing that really surprised me about strip malls in California, specifically Los Angeles, is that they have some really fantastic restaurants.
Dave Foley
So I haven't thought about the critics for a long time.
Dario Argento
With a book called 'Keeping Score,' I really did want to write a book about the Korean War, because I felt that it is the least understood war in the American cultural imagination. So I set out with the idea that Americans didn't know much about the Korean War and that I was going to try to fix a tiny bit of that.
Linda Sue Park
The best-armed and best-trained divisions of the Syrian army are Alawite.
Elliott Abrams
I like when a guy wears a T-shirt, and you can see a little curve of the muscle sticking out. That's sexy!
Jennifer Morrison
I am shy - going to parties kills me.
Anna Maxwell Martin
When I see the need for Divine teaching and how hungry people are to hear it, I am atremble to be off and running throughout the world, preaching the word of God. I have no rest, my soul finds no other relief, than to rush about and preach.
Anthony Mary Claret
Tedium is the lack of a mithology. To whom has no beliefs, even doubt is impossible, even skepticism has no strength to suspect.
Fernando Pessoa
Action speaks louder than words but not nearly as often.
Mark Twain
Alex gazed at her. Her mouth was slightly open; she ran her fingernail against her lower teeth as she thought. She'd knotted her hair at the nape of her neck again, and a strand had slipped loose onto her shoulder, gleaming in the lantern light. Suddenly all of his objections seemed meaningless. Don't, he thought. You'll regret it. He didn't care anymore. Slowly, unable to stop himself, he reached out and cupped his hand around her foot.
L.A. Weatherly
There is a sweet anguish springing up in our bosoms when a child's face brightens under the shadow of the waiting angel. There is an autumnal fitness when age gives up the ghost; and when the saint dies there is a tearful victory.
Edwin Hubbell Chapin
