Rainer Maria Rilke Quotes
Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Quotes to Explore
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I think that when we strip people down, most of us want the same things. People just have very different views of how to get there.
Dan Gilbert
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Mind is everything. Muscle - pieces of rubber. All that I am, I am because of my mind.
Paavo Nurmi
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I've tried coconut water straight up before, and to me, it's a little funky.
Yvonne Strahovski
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I certainly used to wish that I was skinny, lighter-skinned, with long, pretty hair. But only because I used to get made fun of for being the absolute opposite. I didn't see all of that stuff as the American Dream. I just wanted to look normal. Now that I'm older, I really do feel like I am a beautiful girl.
Gabourey Sidibe
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I've always had a passion for music, but I never saw me as a musician for a living. I never thought that I could make a living. It never dawned on me.
Kaskade
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The idea of regretting not doing this seemed insane to me. Sitting in the corner at a bar at age 60, saying: 'I could've been Bond. Buy me a drink.' That's the saddest place I could be. At least now at 60 I can say: 'I was Bond. Now buy me a drink.'
Daniel Craig
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If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.
John Gay
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I like talking about sex. Especially when I'm horny, but even when I'm not.
John Travolta
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In the room the women come and goTalking of Michelangelo.
T. S. Eliot
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This then, I thought, as I looked round about me, is the representation of history. It requires a falsification of perspective. We, the survivors, see everything from above, see everything at once, and still we do not know how it was.
W. G. Sebald
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I can make brigadier generals, but i can't make horses.
Abraham Lincoln
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Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
Rainer Maria Rilke