Chris Evert Quotes
If I win seven tournaments in a row, I get so confident I'm in a cloud. A loss gets me eager again.
Chris Evert
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Well what I will tell you is for this movie, I got into probably the best shape of my life.
Tea Leoni
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If I had to rank my skills, I have a long way to go before I can write a good graphic novel.
Ted Rall
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Just like the Internet disrupted the publishing industry, we're going to see Bitcoin micropayments creating some very interesting opportunities for pay-as-you-go, pay-based-on-time online businesses and, frankly, some risks as well to the traditional business model as to how things get sold online.
Barry Silbert
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'The Last Ship,' which is a beautifully written piece, is about a love triangle and young men working in a shipyard. Audiences may prefer to see a show that allows them to forget about their worries for an evening.
Rachel Tucker
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I may look like a laid-back Hawaiian, but I'm 240 pounds, and when I'm walking around that kitchen, you don't want to get in my way.
Ippy Aiona
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The gun is not out of Irish politics.
Ian Paisley
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That cry of the soul to be lifted out of the bondage of the narrow circle of life, which carries up to God the protest and yearning of suffering man, never finds a more sublime expression than where humanity is oppressed and religion is corrupt.
Hall Caine
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Your timeless self does not age and has no fear of the future. Contemplate your physical self and all its possessions, and practice laughing peacefully at it all.
Wayne Dyer
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Those two, in paradise, were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative.
Yevgeny Zamyatin
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I guess the argument of contextuality is that anything is okay as long as it's done by people who are sufficiently unlike you.
P. J. O'Rourke
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'Gansey's partying with his mother,' Ronan said. He smelled like beer. 'And Noah's fucking dead. But Parrish is here'
Maggie Stiefvater
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Helen, thy beauty is to meLike those Nicean barks of yore,That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,The weary, wayworn wanderer boreTo his own native shore.On desperate seas long wont to roam,Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,Thy Naiad airs have brought me homeTo the glory that was GreeceAnd the grandeur that was Rome.
Edgar Allan Poe
