Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht (Bertolt Brecht) Quotes
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I think artists are really the root of a tree. They can search for truth or reality in their own way, and the gallery can support them - the outside part of the tree, where it is more about reaching the outside world, connecting with the outside world. That is the role of the gallery, no? Why does the artist have to do that?
A. Balasubramaniam
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One who neglects or disregards the existence of earth, air, fire, water and vegetation disregards his own existence which is entwined with them.
Mahavira
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It's so hard for me to wrap my head around the concept of truth, I don't even know what people mean by it.
Aaron Koblin
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A lot of people go in and have to create their own characters, and they do fine with it.
D. B. Weiss
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Good food and a warm kitchen are what makes a house a home. I always tried to make my home like my mother's, because Mom was magnificent at stretching a buck when it came to decorating and food. Like a true Italian, she valued beautification in every area of her life, and I try to do the same.
Rachael Ray
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Things that came before, people and things and experiences – that does mean something to me. It doesn't mean I don't embrace the new, but I don't forget the past, either.
Vera Wang
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Leadership is the capacity to translate vision into reality.
Warren Bennis
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Why cling to the pain and the wrongs of yesterday? Why hold on to the very things that keep you from hope and love.
Gautama Buddha
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I complain to one of my fellow servers that I don't understand how she can go so long without food. 'Well, I don't understand how you can go so long without a cigarette,' she responds in a tone of reproach. Because work is what you do for others; smoking is what you do for yourself.
Barbara Ehrenreich
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We all have our secrets. We all have our vulnerabilities.
Brett Dalton
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It tossed and tossed,- A little brig I knew,- O’ertook by blast, It spun and spun, And groped delirious, for morn.It slipped and slipped, As one that drunken stepped; Its white foot tripped, Then dropped from sight.Ah, brig, good-night To crew and you; The ocean’s heart too smooth, too blue, To break for you.
Emily Dickinson
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Their peace and their warAre like wind and storm.War grows from their peace.
Eugen Berthold Friedrich Brecht