Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Quotes
The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a wreath of magnolia leaves.
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
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What happens also is that a lot of those people and reporters who vote for Hall of Famers, some of the people who were around when Ray Guy was around, are deceased. And some of the reporters don't remember Ray Guy. He should have been in the Hall of Fame 15 years ago.
Gale Sayers
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Back in the mid '90s, I went to a film festival, and they were airing 'Central Park West' at the same time as this cute little romantic comedy movie called 'French Exit,' and I got to go from one theater where I was goofy, falling over myself, to this kind of evil vixen kind of character.
Madchen Amick
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A true lover always feels in debt to the one he loves.
Ralph W. Sockman
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Excellence is not a skill, it's an attitude.
Ralph Marston
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I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.
Pablo Picasso
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I wish I could compete again, but my good feeling is, these competitions are better as exhibitions.
Oksana Baiul
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Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you. The one no one talks of speaks the secret sound to himself, and he is the one who has made it all.
Kabir
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The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life, without a dream?
Edmond Rostand
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You begin to understand that warriorship is a path or a thread that runs through your entire life. It is not just a technique that you apply when you are unhappy or depressed. Warriorship is a continual journey. To be a warrior is to learn to be genuine in every moment of your life. That is the warrior's discipline.
Chogyam Trungpa
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I don't look back. I don't look forward. I am totally now.
Abi Morgan
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Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.
William Shakespeare
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The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a wreath of magnolia leaves.
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings