Dele Alli Quotes
I enjoy playing at Tottenham and England as well.
Dele Alli
Quotes to Explore
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When I was growing in the Callope project, we had an oval parkway. Pavement ran around this whole thing. We'd skate or ride bicycles. There were benches and trees out there. It was paradise to us. They finished building it the same year I was born.
Aaron Neville
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I love those books like 'Gone with the Wind,' the huge, sweeping family sagas.
M. K. Hobson
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Actors are always trying to cry and people are actually trying not to cry.
Anthony Head
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The agitator must stand outside of organizations, with no bread to earn, no candidate to elect, no party to save, no object but truth - to tear a question open and riddle it with light.
Wendell Phillips
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I knew nothing when I first met him. He taught me to see things through his eyes. Dalí was my teacher. He let me use his brushes, his paint and his canvas, so that I could play around while he was painting for hours and hours in the same studio. Surrealism was a good school for me. Listening to Dalí talk was better than going to any art school.
Amanda Lear
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But when they have realized that it society rejects them forever, they themselves assume the ostracism of which they are victims so as not to leave the initiative to their oppressors
Jean-Paul Sartre
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With thrillers, there's such a fine line between what's good and what's cheesy and corny.
Olivia d'Abo
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My mom was always the supplier of soccer balls, and so people were always knocking on my door, and trying to get me out so we could play.
Freddy Adu
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Everybody does that now. We all take pics… you do the same with holiday photos. You record something to look back on it, even though you’re not really there when you’re taking the picture ‘cause you’re too busy recording it; so you retrospectively go to look back on where you weren’t and tell yourself you had a good time.
Dylan Moran
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I was unhappy with my life. I had acquired everything I thought I wanted, only to find out, This is it?
Lauryn Hill
Fugees
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The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer. The clouds travel like white handkerchiefs of goodbye, the wind, travelling, waving them in its hands. The numberless heart of the wind beating above our loving silence. Orchestral and divine, resounding among the trees like a language full of wars and songs.
Pablo Neruda
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I enjoy playing at Tottenham and England as well.
Dele Alli