Quote by Thomas Carlyle
No age seemed the age of romance to itself. - Thomas Carlyle

No age seemed the age of romance to itself. – Thomas Carlyle

Other quotes by Thomas Carlyle

No person was every rightly understood until they had been first regarded with a certain feeling, not of tolerance, but of sympathy. – Thomas Carlyle

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Understanding
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Conclusive facts are inseparable from inconclusive except by a head that already understands and knows. – Thomas Carlyle

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Facts
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Romance
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Nothing spoils a romance so much as a sense of humor in the woman. – Oscar Wilde

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Romance

Romance, like the rabbit at the dog track, is the elusive, fake, and never attained reward which, for the benefit and amusement of our masters, keeps us running and thinking in safe circles. – Beverly Jones

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Romance

Marriage is a romance in which the hero dies in the first chapter. – Source Unknown

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Romance

Writers of novels and romance in general bring a double loss to their readers; robbing them of their time and money; representing men, manners, and things, that never have been, or are likely to be. – Mary Wortley Montagu

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I love a girl with a sense of humor. Someone who can make me laugh and that I can get along with and talk with and who is just sweet overall, inside and out. – Logan Henderson

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There are certain books in the world which every searcher for truth must know: the Bible, the Critique of Pure Reason, the Origin of Species, and Karl Marxs Capital. – W. E. B. Du Bois

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There is a God shaped vacuum in the heart of every man which cannot be filled by any created thing, but only by God, the Creator, made known through Jesus. – Blaise Pascal

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Wherever there is degeneration and apathy, there also is sexual perversion, cold depravity, miscarriage, premature old age, grumbling youth, there is a decline in the arts, indifference to science, and injustice in all its forms. – Anton Chekhov

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