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morning moving coffee
Nothing is more important than the moving image; except for my cup of coffee in the morning. Charlie Chaplin
morning believe boys
The boy who expects every morning to open into a new world finds that today is like yesterday, but he believes tomorrow will be different. Charles Dudley Warner
morning rain night
Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes. Charles Dickens
morning stars moon
The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again. Charles Dickens
morning light long-ago
I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her. Charles Dickens
morning air giving
The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away. Charles Dickens
morning halloween night
I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning. Charles Dickens
morning life-and-love up-early
Possibly we might even improve the world a little, if we got up early in the morning, and took off our coats to the work. Charles Dickens
morning sunday waiting
On Sunday morning, I'm not nervous... I can't wait to tell what God wants me to say. Charles Stanley
moon imagination secret
The moon likes secrets," Meran said. "And secret things. She lets mysteries bleed into her shadows and leaves us to ask whether they originated from otherworlds, or from our own imaginations. Charles de Lint
moon night wind
The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far we are pursued by nothing else. Charles Dickens
moon light tree
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands. Charles Dickens
moon night dollars
So we down-to-earth, gutsy, tough, realistic, and practical types have just been squandering billions of dollars and unimaginable amounts of energy, nerve-work, and materials in whizzing off to the moon to discover, as astronomers knew before, that it was just a dreary slag heap. This is the true, original and scientifically etymological meaning of being lunatics. Crying for the moon. Alan Watts
moon suffering world
If to enjoy even an enjoyable present we must have the assurance of a happy future, we are “crying for the moon.” We have no such assurance. The best predictions are still matters of probability rather than certainty, and to the best of our knowledge every one of us is going to suffer and die. If, then, we cannot live happily without an assured future, we are certainly not adapted to living in a finite world where, despite the best plans, accidents will happen, and where death comes at the end. Alan Watts
moon sun earth
To me, atonality is against nature. There is a center to everything that exists. The planets have the sun, the earth, the moon. Alan Hovhaness
moon paint knows
But I'm the only one who can paint the moon, because I'm the only one who knows whether that's right or not. Alan Bean
moon remember i-can
I can remember walking on the moon. Alan Bean
moon rugged
The moon is very rugged. Alan Bean
giving missing way
There is a certain way of being human that is my way. I am called upon to live my life in this way, and not in imitation of anyone else's life. But this notion gives a new importance to being true to myself. If I am not, I miss the point of my life; I miss what being human is for me. Charles Taylor
giving important different
Our lives are stories, and the stories we have to give to each other are the most important. No one has a story too small and all are of equal stature. We each tell them in different ways, through different mediums—and if we care about each other, we'll take the time to listen. Charles de Lint
giving tea cups
My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs. Charles Dickens
giving joy cry
Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy. Charles Dickens
giving may novelty
Where we cannot invent, we may at least improve; we may give somewhat of novelty to that which was old, condensation to that which was diffuse, perspicuity to that which was obscure, and currency to that which was recondite. Charles Caleb Colton
giving enemy prudent
If you are under obligations to many, it is prudent to postpone the recompensing of one, until it be in your power to remunerate all; otherwise you will make more enemies by what you give, than by what you withhold. Charles Caleb Colton
giving credit world
Instead of exhibiting talent in the hope that the world would forgive their eccentricities, they have exhibited only their eccentricities, in the hope that the world would give them credit for talent. Charles Caleb Colton
giving opponents talent
He that gives a portion of his time and talent to the investigation of mathematical truth, will come to all other questions with a decided advantage over his opponents. Charles Caleb Colton
giving-up deep-water sea
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up its Dead Charles Dickens