Dark Quotes
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When the world turns completely upside down You say we’ll emigrate to the Eastern Shore Aboard a river-boat from Baltimore; We’ll live among wild peach trees, miles from town, You’ll wear a coonskin cap, and I a gown Homespun, dyed butternut’s dark gold color. Lost, like your lotus-eating ancestor, We’ll swim in milk and honey till we drown.
Elinor Wylie
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When things look dark, void, and altogether hopeless to the colored youth of America..., when they need an inspiring thought that should urge them onward to the road of achievement despite forbidding obstacles, they will only need to read of and reflect upon the remarkable career of Jackie Robinson.
Jackie Robinson
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The nature of Scandinavians is that they don't talk so much, there will be these dark secrets, and most things are under-communicated.
Jo Nesbo
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The native Jewish families in Jerusalem, as well as those in other parts of Palestine, present a marked difference to the Jews of Europe and America. They possess the same physical characteristics - the dark, oblong eye, the prominent nose, the strongly-marked cheek and jaw - but in the latter, these traits have become harsh and coarse.
Bayard Taylor
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For me, I need to be able to show up on set and fart around and goof around. If I can have that, when I'm not acting, then when I'm acting I can go however deep and dark and bad I need to. I developed that more with 'Breaking Bad' because I've never worked on anything as dark for as long.
Betsy Brandt
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Every single one of us has a few months here or there that feel like dark months.
Taylor Swift
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The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel.
Ursula K. Le Guin
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I love Blackpool. We're very similar. We both look better in the dark.
Ian Holloway
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We pledge to fight the dark forces high in the counsels of the Republican Party which have made political capital out of the techniques of character assassination by innuendo.
Emanuel Celler
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I'm not superstitious. But my mother doesn't allow me to cut my nails after dark. Earlier, I used to wear a scapular from Potta around my neck, given to me by a family member. But during my shoots, it's not possible, so I tie it on my right wrist for protection.
Krystle D'Souza
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The woman's perspective is like the dark side of the moon: it always exists, but it is never exposed, at least not in my culture.
Ang Lee
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After a sleepless night the body gets weaker, It becomes dear and not yours - and nobody's. Just like a seraph you smile to people And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each Sudden sound is the whole rainbow. Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow's golden Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked This brilliant likeness - and from the dark night Only just one thing - the eyes - are growing dark.
Marina Tsvetaeva
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Open your refrigerator door, and you summon forth more light than the total amount enjoyed by most households in the 18th century. The world at night, for much of history, was a very dark place indeed.
Bill Bryson
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Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.
P. G. Wodehouse
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Mozart would play a counterpart with his left hand while using his right to mock it. It was blue, dark, shadowy - and it made me feel something. That's when I realized music was inside me.
Alicia Keys
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I understand that there are thick, dark circles under my eyes. I have grown to appreciate them. I have noticed that my nose grows a little hookier on a near-monthly basis. That's fine. I know there are wrinkles ready to stake their claim as full time residents on my forehead any moment now. My dad has those, too, and I find that endearing.
Leandra Medine
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Believe it or not, there's a lot of humor in 'Mad Men.' Especially in the dark moments.
Matthew Weiner
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How can a mother's heart feel cold or wearyKnowing her dearer self safe, sheltered, warm?How can she feel her road too dark or dreary,Who knows her treasure sheltered from the storm?How can she sin? Our hearts may be unheeding,Our God forgot, our holy saints defied;But can a mother hear her dead child pleading,And thrust those little angel hands aside?
Adelaide Anne Procter
