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Neil Young quote: "As soon as you start talking about mystique, you have none."
As soon as you start talking about mystique, you have none. Neil Young
Henry James quote: "Which of my two critics was I to believe? I didn't worry about..."
Which of my two critics was I to believe? I didn't worry about it and very soon made up my mind they were both idiots. Henry James
Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me and I'm not gonna fade as soon as you close your eyes and you know it. And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back. I hope you feel it... well can you feel it? Alanis Morissette
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its best to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight. She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate. Blaze up and all the cottage warm; Robert Browning
People of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon and seldom drive business home to it's conclusion, but content themselves with a mediocrity of success. Francis Bacon
Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. . . . Every moment rather brought fresh agitation. It was an overpowering happiness. Jane Austen
Being a domestic man, John decidedly missed the wifely attentions he had been accustomed to receive, but as he adored his babies, he cheerfully relinquished his comfort for a time, supposing with masculine ignorance that peace would soon be restored. Louisa May Alcott
Get me a gun. If I don't go into labor soon, I'm going to shoot myself. And pass the gravy. Pass it now."Valerie - To the Nines Janet Evanovich
Is there in the whole world a being who would have the right to forgive and could forgive? I don't want harmony. From love for humanity I don't want it. I would rather be left with the unavenged suffering. I would rather remain with my unavenged suffering and unsatisfied indignation, even if I were wrong. Besides, too high a price is asked for harmony; it's beyond our means to pay so much to enter on it. And so I hasten to give back my entrance ticket, and if I am an honest man I am bound to... Fyodor Dostoevsky
As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me. Jean Rhys
All struggle, all resistance is -- must be -- concrete. And all struggle has a global resonance. If not here, then there. If not now, then soon. Elsewhere as well as here. Susan Sontag
Don't forget to speak scornfully of the Victorian Age; there will be time for meekness when you try to better it. Very soon you will be Victorian or that sort of thing yourselves; next session probably, when the freshman come up. J. M. Barrie
I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yieldin? certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever. Jane Austen
George R. R. Martin quote: "Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well."
Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well. George R. R. Martin
In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume. Anne Rice

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