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daughter bravery moral
My daughter, there are times of moral danger when the hardest virtuous resolution to form is flight, and when the most heroic bravery is flight. Charles Dickens
daughter world ifs
I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her. Charles Dickens
daughter rainbow storm
The smiling daughter of the storm. Charles Caleb Colton
daughter father heart
It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart, an arrow in his brain, to see how the flesh and blood he could not disown clung to this obscure stranger, and he sitting by. Not that he cared to whom his daughter turned, or from whom turned away. The swift sharp agony struck through him, as he thought of what his son might do. Charles Dickens
daughter hair lines
The farmer's daughter hath soft brown hair And I met with a ballad, I can't say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these. Charles Stuart Calverley
daughter mother children
And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter… Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold… that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermo-dynamic miracle. Alan Moore
daughter brother stars
For a painter, the Mecca of the world, for study, for inspiration and for living is here on this star called Paris. Just look at it, no wonder so many artists have come here and called it home. Brother, if you can't paint in Paris, you'd better give up and marry the boss's daughter. Alan Jay Lerner
daughter mother song
After 17' is a song I wrote when my first daughter went to college, so that's kind of where I'm at in that part of my life. If you listen to that song and knew anything about me, you'd say, 'Oh yeah, he wrote that about his daughter,' but I try not to write them that they are so specific that they wouldn't apply to anybody that has a child. Alan Jackson
daughter father long-ago
It is not unknown for fathers with a brace of daughters to reel off their names in order of birth when summoning the youngest, and I had long ago become accustomed to being called 'Ophelia Daphne Flavia, damn it. Alan Bradley
autumn long forgiving
I hated him for as long as I could. But then I realized that loving him...that was a part of me, and one of the best parts. It didn't matter that he couldn't love me, that had nothing to do with it. But if I couldn't forgive him, then I could not love him, and that part of me was gone. And I found eventually that I wanted it back." ({Lord John, Drums of Autumn} Diana Gabaldon
autumn jewels tree
On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . . Charles Dickens
autumn sadness sailing silence vessel
What a little vessel of sadness we are, sailing in this muffled silence through the autumn dark. John Banville
autumn dust names
Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up the trellised frame, And the rose remembers The dust from which it came. Brighter than the blossom On the rose's bough Sits the wizened orange, Bitter berry now; Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came. Edna St. Vincent Millay
autumn office ease
Does not all the world know that when in autumn the Bismarcks of the world, or they who are bigger than Bismarcks, meet at this or that delicious haunt of salubrity, the affairs of the world are then settled in little conclaves, with grater ease, rapidity, and certainty than in large parliaments or the dull chambers of public offices? Anthony Trollope
autumn rich lord
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease. William Shakespeare
autumn greedy harvest
Autumn is the harvest of greedy death. Juvenal
autumn winter wind
She smashes her knuckles into winter As autumn's wind fades into black She is the saint of all the sinners, the one whose fallen through the cracks... (iViva la Gloria!) Billie Joe Armstrong
autumn age hints
Autumn is a hint from God to Old Age. Austin O'Malley
flames body events
A living body is not a fixed thing, but a flowing event, like a flame or a whirlpool. Alan Watts
flames together may
A flame may love a snowflake, but they can never be together without each harming the other. Chris Colfer
flames long independence
I learned that in each of us there burns a flame of independence that must never be allowed to go out. That as long as it exists within us we cannot be destroyed. Bryce Courtenay
flames stopped
We stopped the flames just before they got to the house. Mike Tapp
flames fire genius
Talent is a flame. Genius is a fire. Bernard Williams
flames order wind
The soul of woman must be expansive and open to all human beings, it must be quiet so that no small weak flame will be extinguished by stormy winds; warm so as not to benumb fragile buds... empty of itself, in order that extraneous life may have room in it; finally, mistress of itself and also of its body, so that the entire person is readily at the disposal of every call. Edith Stein
flames giving feelings
Oftentimes, you read these pilot scripts that come through for American work, and they dont sing to you. Ive got to be honest, not many of them ignite the flame or give you that burning feeling of, Oh, God, I really want to be a part of this. Antony Starr
flames laughing actors
I call for actors burning at the stakes, laughing at the flames. Antonin Artaud
flames artistic victim
And if there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames. Antonin Artaud