Quote by Charles Dickens
To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart. – Charles Dickens

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Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when hes well dressed. There aint much credit in that. – Charles Dickens

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Human nature is evil, and goodness is caused by intentional activity. – Xun Zi

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The attraction of variety, contrast, is always invigorating. Nature does not for long allow a sameness of beauty to prevail. – Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the Ne

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When I get recognized for Twilight, its usually a teenage girl, and theyre usually really loud. So it certainly feels like I get recognized the most from that, but it could just be because of the nature of how vocal those fans are. – Anna Kendrick

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The world is too much with us late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours. – William Wordsworth

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