Arthur Conan Doyle Quotes
What a creature he was! Never have I felt such a horse between my knees. His great haunches gathered under him with every stride, and he shot forward ever faster and faster, stretched like a greyhound, while the windbeat in my face and whistled past my ears.
Arthur Conan Doyle
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Make no mistake: The organization of the working class must be both economic and political. The capitalist is organized upon both lines. You must attack him on both.
Daniel De Leon
So many girls trying to be models, like, 'Oh my god, I want to be a model!' Nobody really knows the reality of it. It's a lot of hard work, but at the same time, it's a lot of fun.
Olga Fonda
My mother's proud of where she's from, and her history, and her past, and same with my dad. I have roots in Africa. Like, I am from Africa as well as from Germany, and I am very proud of that.
Zendaya
Your prudence, my wise friend, allows too little room for the mysterious whisperings of life.
Margaret Fuller
Perhaps, once I am gone, the one thing I might be remembered for is having sung a great deal of Mahler with a great many phenomenal conductors. It is wonderful music, very spiritual.
Maureen Forrester
Carry your Bible and live by it. There's a better chance that you will stay married if that much is true for either one of you - male or female.
Phil Robertson
Each of us needs something - food, liquor, pot, whatever - to help us survive. Dracula needs blood.
Frank Langella
Cinderella said to snow white, how does love get so off course? All I wanted was a white knight with a good heart, soft touch, fast horse.
Faith Hill
We need to look at truth. We need to look at justice, and we need to look at righteousness. And let that be our guide going forward.
Benjamin Watson
In the end, leadership comes down to consistency and strong, confident action upon which the team can rely - and this doesn't mean imposing a bunch of rules.
Don Yaeger
What a creature he was! Never have I felt such a horse between my knees. His great haunches gathered under him with every stride, and he shot forward ever faster and faster, stretched like a greyhound, while the windbeat in my face and whistled past my ears.
Arthur Conan Doyle
