Franz Kafka Quotes
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
Franz Kafka
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There are some things I wish I never knew, but I am grateful for things that I have learned, too.
A. J. Cook
ChicagoNEXT is focused on making Chicago the best possible place for technology entrepreneurs.
J. B. Pritzker
You never know how long a player has left, especially with strikers. Once you turn 30, as a striker, you are usually on the way down, and playing from the age of 16, at such a high level, has to take its toll.
Gary Lineker
I firmly believe that unless one has tasted the bitter pill of failure, one cannot aspire enough for success.
A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
Amateurs hope, professionals work.
Garson Kanin
If you only write when the muse strikes, you won't get anything done. You have to write consistently, when your schedule says you should. And that's hard.
Ramez Naam
Add to the world's confusion, we teach our kids rules that we don't adhere to ourselves.
Janet Jackson
Praise is like sunlight to the warm human spirit; we cannot flower and grow without it. And yet, while most of us are only too ready to apply to others the cold wind of criticism, we are somehow reluctant to give our fellow the warm sunshine of praise.
Dale Carnegie
We must prepare and study truth under every aspect, endeavoring to ignore nothing, if we do not wish to fall into the abyss of the unknown when the hour shall strike.
H. P. Blavatsky
I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don't already know, and make me laugh. I don't care what you look like, just turn me on.
Henry Rollins
Black Flag
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
Franz Kafka
