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fashion grace virtue
Fashions smile has given wit to dullness and grace to deformity, and has brought everything into vogue, by turns, but virtue. Charles Caleb Colton
fashion vogue turns
Fashion ... has brought every thing into vogue, by turns. Charles Caleb Colton
fashion past looks
Custom looks to things that are past, and fashion to things that are present, but both of them are somewhat purblind as to things that are to come. Charles Caleb Colton
fashion sacrifice shade
Fashion is the veriest goddess of semblance and of shade; to be happy is of far less consequence to her worshippers than to appear so; even pleasure itself they sacrifice to parade, and enjoyment to ostentation. Charles Caleb Colton
fashion admiration indifference
A lady of fashion will sooner excuse a freedom flowing from admiration than a slight resulting from indifference. Charles Caleb Colton
fashion party past
Custom is the law of one description of fools, and fashion of another; but the two parties often clash--for precedent is the legislator of the first, and novelty of the last. Custom, therefore, looks to things that are past, and fashion to things that are present. Charles Caleb Colton
fashion pride clothes
Ladies of Fashion starve their happiness to feed their vanity, and their love to feed their pride. Charles Caleb Colton
fashion utterance weak
You must be in fashion is the utterance of weak headed mortals. Charles Spurgeon
fashion people records
Obviously given good health, and a continuing audience and a record company that allows me to do music. So given those things yes, I'm introducing some new music that people haven't really heard me do in quite this fashion. Al Jarreau
nature giving natural
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own. Charles Dickens
nature humility pride
We cannot think too highly of our nature, nor too humbly of ourselves. Charles Caleb Colton
nature men self
If Natur has gifted a man with powers of argeyment, a man has a right to make the best of 'em, and has not a right to stand on false delicacy, and deny that he is so gifted; for that is a turning of his back on Natur, a flouting of her, a slighting of her precious caskets, and a proving of one's self to be a swine that isn't worth her scattering pearls before. Charles Dickens
nature moon shining
When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life. Charles Dickens
nature dark moon
The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of funeral feathers, waving sadly to and fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose, save the swift clouds that skim across the moon, and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rustling on, and stops again, and follows, like a savage on the trail. Charles Dickens
nature wall dark
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything. Charles Dickens
nature morning fall
It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black. Charles Dickens
nature dark winter
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire. Charles Dickens
nature wall rain
Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears. Charles Dickens
lying deceit literature
Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies. Charles Dickens
lying nurse cradle
Falsehood is often rocked by truth, but she soon outgrows her cradle and discards her nurse. Charles Caleb Colton
lying pride ignorant
Pride is less ashamed of being ignorant, than of being instructed, and she looks too high to find that, which very often lies beneath her. Charles Caleb Colton
lying ignorance space
Ignorance lies at the bottom of all human knowledge, and the deeper we penetrate the nearer we arrive unto it. For what do we truly know, or what can we clearly affirm, of any one of those important things upon which all our reasonings must of necessity be built--time and space, life and death, matter and mind? Charles Caleb Colton
lying men shining
Men of great and shining qualities do not always succeed in life, but the fault lies more often in themselves than in others. Charles Caleb Colton
lying heart thinking
The persons on whom I have bestowed my dearest love lie deep in their graves; but, although the happiness and delight of my life lie buried there too, I have not made a coffin of my heart, and sealed it up for ever on my best affections. Deep affliction has only made them stronger; it ought, I think, for it should refine our nature. Charles Dickens
lying ambition mean
I mean a man whose hopes and aims may sometimes lie (as most men's sometimes do, I dare say) above the ordinary level, but to whom the ordinary level will be high enough after all if it should prove to be a way of usefulness and good service leading to no other. All generous spirits are ambitious, I suppose, but the ambition that calmly trusts itself to such a road, instead of spasmodically trying to fly over it, is of the kind I care for. Charles Dickens
lying sadness boys
The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed. Charles Dickens
lying views dying
Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog! Charles Dickens