Bob Taft Quotes
We stand strong together - as Americans - many cultures, races and faiths, but one nation under God.
Bob Taft
Quotes to Explore
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The translator's task is to create, in his or her own language, the same tensions appearing in the original. That's hard!
Manuel Puig
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I actually have no style whatsoever. I'm the worst. I have people I talk to, and I say, 'Please tell me how to dress because I don't know what I'm doing.' The biggest thing for me is my mom. I'm like, 'Mom, do I look good?' If she says yes, I'm good to go.
J. J. Watt
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You can tell when people think they're a little bit special, and it's quite fun to laugh at them, and I think it's good to laugh at them, because then you can deflate their egos a bit.
Hannah Murray
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Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.
Madonna
Breakfast Club
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On occasion, I used to give presents to the kings, besides the hire that I gave to to their sons who accompany me; and nevertheless, they seized me with my companions.
Saint Patrick
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I don't know how much of a market there is for space opera. Just because it's in the movies doesn't mean magazines are buying it.
Octavia E. Butler
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One can go to war alone, but you can't build peace alone.
Jacques Chirac
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This is the first lesson for writers - or anyone - who conducts interviews: If you want someone to talk, you've got to know how to listen. And good listening is a surprisingly active process. The interviewee is your focus of attention; you are there to hear what he says and thinks, exclusively.
Lee Gutkind
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A strong story can move me to tears, and it doesn't matter whether it's a science-fiction or fantasy world. It's about what happens to a person, the choices they make. That's what's interesting.
Jenova Chen
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A day to God is a thousand years,
Men walk around with a thousand fears.
The true joy of love brings a thousand tears,
In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares.
Robert Fitzgerald Diggs
Achozen
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His brow is seamed with line and scar; His cheek is red and dark as wine; The fires as of a Northern star Beneath his cap of sable shine. His right hand, bared of leathern glove, Hangs open like an iron gin, You stoop to see his pulses move, To hear the blood sweep out and in. He looks some king, so solitary In earnest thought he seems to stand, As if across a lonely sea He gazed impatient of the land. Out of the noisy centuries The foolish and the fearful fade; Yet burn unquenched these warrior eyes, Time hath not dimmed, nor death dismayed.
Walter de La Mare
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We stand strong together - as Americans - many cultures, races and faiths, but one nation under God.
Bob Taft
