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Let Quotes by Mariah Carey
- Lord knows dreams are hard to follow, but don't let anyone tear them away.
- Something in your eyes captured my soul, and every night I see you in my dreams. You're all I know. I can't let go.
- I always sang and I always wrote...it's just having that ambition. You really can't let go of your dreams.
- Stay triumphant, keep on living. Stay on your toes, get off the ropes. Don't let 'em ever count you out.
- If you believe within your soul, just hold on tight and don't let go! You can make it, make it happen
- Nothing that's ever happened has taken away the optimist in me. It's always, "Whatever-let's go to Disneyland." Yes, I have my bleak, tortured-artist moments, but…
- If it's wrong to love you, then my heart just won't let me be right.
- Lighting don't strike the same place twice when you and I said goodbye I felt the angels cry true loves a gift and we let…
More Let Quotes
- Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius. — Pietro Aretino
- I am a free man. I do not need to copy Petrarca or Boccaccio. My own genius is enough. Let others worry… — Pietro Aretino
- When you care about human beings, you do your best to not repress and to not let people to repress and to… — Jean-Bertrand Aristide
- Let each man exercise the art he knows. — Aristophanes
- Stories surge up out of nowhere, and if they feel compelling, you follow them. You let them unfold inside you and see… — Paul Auster
- We want the Israelis to leave. They want to leave - so let us let them leave. — Mahmoud Abbas
- It is all right to hold a conversation but you should let go of it now and then. — Richard Armour
- Let me put it this way: I think Republicans tend to keep the ball in play, Democrats go for broke. — Arthur Ashe
- Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right. — Isaac Asimov
- Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. — Francis of Assisi
- Where there is injury let me sow pardon. — Francis of Assisi
- Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that… — Brooks Atkinson