Octave Mirbeau Quotes
While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.
Octave Mirbeau
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Well, when I was 13, for my bar mitzvah I received my first typewriter. And that was special.
R. L. Stine
You mustn't upstage the bride.
Ian Mckellen
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
I didn't consciously make the decision to write an adult novel. I didn't think of it as my riposte to the YA genre.
Mal Peet
Serbia did not want to recognize our country in a peaceful way, so that is why they wanted to destroy us. All our efforts to find a peaceful solution were impossible. In order to save the people, NATO had to intervene.
Ibrahim Rugova
It's not about 'succeeding,' but sometimes on a film, you know you've captured something.
Tahar Rahim
Our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different.
William James
A fine image is geometry, modulated by the heart
Willy Ronis
Order your soul; reduce your wants; live in charity; associate in Christian community; obey the laws; trust in Providence.
Saint Augustine
America is a knowledge-based society, where information counts as much as material resources. Therefore those with the power to define what qualifies as knowledge - to determine what are the accepted facts - wield the greatest social and political power.
Nancy Pearcey
We have become a grandmother.
Margaret Thatcher
While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.
Octave Mirbeau