Emily Dickinson Quotes
I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.
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Like success, failure is many things to many people. With Positive Mental Attitude, failure is a learning experience, a rung on the ladder, a plateau at which to get your thoughts in order and prepare to try again.
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Most people who went about saying a ghost had poked them with a brolly would be locked up somewhere.
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The spirit of democracy is not a mechanical thing to be adjusted by abolition of forms. It requires change of heart.
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There are secrets at the heart of every story; there is something that must be uncovered or discovered, both by the reader and by the characters.
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For me, choice is the most important thing because I'm going to be an adult actor pretty soon. So I've got to be choosing the right roles now so that by the time I get to that age there will be wide options available.
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This is unexposed film of Greenwich Village because nothing ever happens there.
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If something stinks, I say it stinks. But I try to massage it a little and not be as cutting, come behind it with a joke: Hey, I cut you deep, but now let me put a couple of stitches in you.
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I was 18 when I did 'The Amanda Show,' and I was 19 when I did 'MadTV,' and I was in way over my head. I was just sort of a goof who could do impressions of WB stars - speaking of the Dawson Van Der Beek era - and it was overwhelming. I don't think I've learned more faster in my life than when I worked on 'MadTV.'
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The sad part about happy endings is there's nothing to write about.
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When you write for a show that's not yours, your job is to hear the voices of the characters and write as best you can for those voices.
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The brain is the hardest part of the body to adjust in asanas.
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All this cut-price transcendentalism does not prevent California from being a startlingly physical state. This becomes most obvious where Los Angeles saunters down to the sea. The region is called Venice.
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Screamin' 'Carpe Diem!' until I'm a Dead Poet.
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Art is a game only if you playat it, a mirror that reflects from the inside out.
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Now they stumbled in the shackles of humanity, lived in a fear that never died, fretted by a law they could not understand; their mock-human existence began in an agony, was one long internal struggle, one long dread of Moreau - and for what? It was the wantonness that stirred me.
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COUSINS ARE MY RELIGION .. THERE HOUSE IS MY CHURCH .. ARE FIGHTS ARE THE CHOIR .. I LOVE MY COUSINS ..
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People's guards were taken down because there was a new wrinkle. Never, ever give out your PIN number.
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Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
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These fellow-mortals, every one, must be accepted as they are: you can neither straighten their noses, nor brighten their wit, nor rectify their dispositions; and it is these people-amongst whom your life is passed-that it is needful you should tolerate, pity, and love: it is these more or less ugly, stupid, inconsistent people whose movements of goodness you should be able to admire-for whom you should cherish all possible hopes, all possible patience.
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If Christ came back tomorrow, He'd have to change planes in Frankfurt. Modern air travel means less time spent in transit. That time is now spent in transit lounges.
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Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel.
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In that daily effort in which intelligence and passion mingle and delight each other, the absurd man discovers a discipline that will make up the greatest of his strengths. The required diligence and doggedness and lucidity thus resemble the conqueror's attitude. To create is likewise to give a shape to one's fate. For all these characters, their work defines them at least as much as it is defined by them. The actor taught us this: There is no frontier between being and appearing.
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I HIDE myself within my flower That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower, That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.
