326 Quotes About Cheer

  • Author Steve Martin
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    I just don't identify myself with a place. I just don't get it. Like, why am I cheering for this town? Towns are good and bad but they don't have principles, constitutions. You wouldn't go to war for your town.

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  • Author Steve Miller
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    We hate to be cheering for high gas prices. The reality is that's what's happening.

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  • Author Thomas E. Mann
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    Knowledge of the soul would unfailingly make us melancholy if the pleasures of expression did not keep us alert and of good cheer.

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  • Author Thomas S. Monson
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    Gracias, danke, merci - whatever language is spoken, "thank you" frequently expressed will cheer your spirit, broaden your friendships, and lift your lives to a higher pathway as you journey toward perfection. There is a simplicity - even a sincerity - when "thank you" is spoken.

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  • Author Wade Miller
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    I thoroughly enjoyed my 11 years playing for the Winnipeg Football Club. I'll continue to cheer on the team and support it in its pursuit of the Grey Cup.

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  • Author Wesley Morris
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    Polisse' is the sort of cop thriller where people do things like angrily bang on a desktop or sweep everything off it. If it happens once, it must happen six times. But every time it did, I wanted to stand up and cheer, which I've never wanted to do for any such thriller.

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  • Author Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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    It is when I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone, and of good cheer.....that ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence and how they come, I know not, nor can I force them.

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  • Author Bebe Neuwirth
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    That was the aura of Cheers: It was special. It was more than TV; you could get people to guest on the show you couldn't normally get.

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  • Author George Orwell
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    The men who were well enough to stand had moved across the carriage to cheer the Italians as they went past. A crutch waved out of the window; bandaged forearms made the Red Salute. It was like an allegorical picture of war; the trainload of fresh men gliding proudly up the line, the maimed men sliding slowly down, and all the while the guns on the open trucks making one's heart leap as guns always do, and reviving that pernicious feeling, so difficult to get rid of, that war *is* glorious after all.

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