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dream cities soul
You have been the last dream of my soul. Charles Dickens
dream years mind
Metaphysicians have been learning their lessons for the last four thousand years, and it is high time that they should now begin to teach us something. Can any of the tribe inform us why all the operations of the mind are carried on with undiminished strength and activity in dreams, except the judgment, which alone is suspended and dormant? Charles Caleb Colton
dream mistake philosophical
Dreams ought to produce no conviction whatever on philosophical minds. If we consider how many dreams are dreamt every night, and how many events occur every day, we shall no longer wonder at those accidental coincidences which ignorance mistakes for verifications. Charles Caleb Colton
dream fighting cities
I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul...Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it. Charles Dickens
dream rain eye
She forgot to be shy at the moment, in honestly warning him away from the sunken wreck he had a dream of raising; and looked at him with eyes which assuredly, in association with her patient face, her fragile figure, her spare dress, and the wind and rain, did not turn him from his purpose of helping her. Charles Dickens
dream heart night
Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my undisciplined heart. Let me look up from it - as at last I did, thank Heaven! - and from its long, sad, wretched dream, to dawn. Charles Dickens
dream character wings
And from that hour his poor maimed spirit, only remembering the place where it had broken its wings, cancelled the dream through which it had since groped, and knew of nothing beyond the Marshalsea. Charles Dickens
dream animal bird
Why should I disguise what you know so well, but what the crowd never dream of? We companies are all birds of prey; mere birds of prey. The only question is, whether in serving our own turn, we can serve yours too; whether in double-lining our own nest, we can put a single living into yours. Charles Dickens
dream
I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun. Charles Stuart Calverley
marketing phrases idiot
That pompous phrase (graphic novel) was thought up by some idiot in the marketing department of DC. I prefer to call them Big Expensive Comics. Alan Moore
marketing advertising timing
Strategy and timing are the Himalayas of marketing. Everything else is the Catskills. Al Ries
marketing company ultimate
Marketing is what a company is in business to do. Marketing is a company's ultimate objective. Al Ries
marketing mind building
Marketing is not selling. Marketing is building a brand in the mind of the prospect. Al Ries
marketing cows looks
A branding program should be designed to differentiate your cow from all the other cattle on the range. Even if all the cattle on the range look pretty much alike. Al Ries
marketing world needs
All you need is the best product in the world, the most efficient production in the world and global marketing. Akio Morita
marketing advertising products
Marketing is what you do when your product is no good. Edwin Land
marketing coaching good-coaches
I was a pretty good coach and working with marketing was like coaching. Bernard Ebbers
marketing treasure reputation
The purest treasure mortal times can afford is a spotless reputation. William Shakespeare
vat conservative cameron
John Major put the 'er' back into Conservative, David Cameron's put the 'Con' into Conservative - and Norman Lamont put the 'vat' into Conservative! David Miliband
vat fats bottom
Every fat (vat) must stand upon its bottom. John Bunyan
vat whiskey comedy
Drown in a cold vat of whiskey? Death, where is thy sting? W. C. Fields