Hour Quotes
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Every hour of useful work is precious.
Mackenzie King
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The fleeting hour of life of those who love the hills is quickly spent, but the hills are eternal. Always there will be the lonely ridge, the dancing beck, the silent forest; always there will be the exhilaration of the summits. These are for the seeking, and those who seek and find while there is still time will be blessed both in mind and body.
Alfred Wainwright
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Each gig is an hour of madness, and afterwards I'm absolutely exhausted, shaken to bits. The adrenaline charge and energy needed are shattering.
Keith Charles Flint
The Prodigy
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The dog lives for the day, the hour, even the moment.
Robert Falcon Scott
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You should be kissed everyday, every hour, every minute.
Nicholas Sparks
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You could get the money, you can get the power, but keep your eyes on the final hour.
Lauryn Hill
Fugees
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...Some things...arrive in their own mysterious hour, on their own terms and not yours, to be seized or relinquished forever.
Gail Godwin
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Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws...
Jim Morrison
The Doors
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When I am around someone who is a joy stealer, I say to myself, I only have to deal with you for an hour. That person has to deal with thinking that way every moment of their lives.
Bonnie St. John
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Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee—and their will Shall overshadow thee: be still.
Edgar Allan Poe
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The first hour of the morning is the rudder of the day.
Henry Ward Beecher
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This is a terrible hour, but it is often that darkest point which precedes the rise of day; that turn of the year when the icy January wind carries over the waste at once the dirge of departing winter, and the prophecy of coming spring.
Charlotte Bronte
