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Quotes About Abated

The storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying 'And another thing...' twenty minutes after admitting he'd lost the argument.
~ Douglas Adams
There was an enormous revival of pulp fiction that started in the '60s and continued into the '70s, which in large part gave rise to things like 'Star Wars' and 'Indiana Jones,' among others. But I developed an appetite for the original stuff at the time, and that appetite has never really abated.
~ Chris Roberson
Fire hath its force abated by water, not by wind; and anger must be allayed by cold words, and not by blustering threats.
~ Anne Bradstreet
I think that Africa has made quite rapid progress and a lot of the conflicts that we saw on the continent have abated.
~ John Dramani Mahama
The steamer, however, could not proceed until the cholera abated, and the regiment was detained still longer. Altogether, on the Isthmus and on the Pacific side, we were delayed six weeks. About one-seventh of those who left New York harbor with the 4th infantry on the 5th of July, now lie buried on the Isthmus of Panama or on Flamingo island in Panama Bay.
~ Ulysses S. Grant
The storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying 'And another thing...' twenty minutes after admitting he'd lost the argument.
~ Douglas Adams
Fire hath its force abated by water, not by wind; and anger must be allayed by cold words, and not by blustering threats.
~ Anne Bradstreet
Publicly inconsolable about the fact that racism continues, these activists seem privately terrified that it has abated.
~ Dinesh D'Souza
How far my desire for Venice had now abated! Just as the desire to meet Mme de Guermantes in Combray in days gone by had abated, at those moments when I held but one thing dear, to have Mama in my bedroom. And it was in fact all the worries that I had felt since I was a child that had been solicited by this new source of anxiety and had rushed to reinforce it, amalgamating themselves with it into one homogeneous mass which suffocated me.
~ Marcel Proust
Grief was a kind of illness, he maintained, and ran a course as predictable as measles or the common cold. Its fever always abated, given time and management, leaving the luckier among them with scars where love had been.
~ Unknown