Chiara Ferragni Quotes
When I started my blog, I wanted it to be like my house - my own little place that anyone could come to.
Chiara Ferragni
Quotes to Explore
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I am a rereader. Quality is variety if you wait long enough. Barthes, Baudelaire, Benjamin, Celine, Duras, Faulkner, Fitzgerald, Melville: There is so much to revisit. 'Ingrid Caven,' by Jean-Jacques Schuhl, is always in rotation. I used to read 'Morvern Callar,' by Alan Warner, every year - I adored that book.
Rachel Kushner
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Athletes these days are too robotic. People like to see performances filled with emotion. In my career I tried to be amusing, to differentiate myself from the other champions.
Daley Thompson
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Mr. Obama denounced the $2.3 trillion added to the national debt on Mr. Bush's watch as 'deficits as far as the eye can see.' But Mr. Obama's budget adds $9.3 trillion to the debt over the next 10 years. What happened to Obama the deficit hawk?
Karl Rove
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I'm a very private person. My life story isn't for everybody.
Barry Bonds
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If one person is spending all of their income on clothes, travel, hobbies, and entertaining, and one person is saving it, that may not be quite fair if and when you guys split up, depending on what the law is and what you decided to do.
Laura Wasser
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My one issue in this country is to get on a firm financial footing. There's not much you can do if you're bankrupt.
Ralph Norman
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To speak well of a base man is much the same as speaking ill of a good man.
Leonardo da Vinci
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I hope to someday have a fully functioning production company.
Krysten Ritter
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To search for unasked questions, plus questions to put to already acquired but unsought answers, it is vital to give full play to the imagination. That is the way to create truly original science.
E. O. Wilson
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Growing up, I cooked in the house, and when I cooked, everyone would sit down and eat, and it was just kind of the way I connected with my family.
Kimbal Musk
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The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpended the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a fingerprint of a shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside.
Virginia Woolf
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When I started my blog, I wanted it to be like my house - my own little place that anyone could come to.
Chiara Ferragni