Jayne Meadows Quotes
My mother was the dearest, sweetest angel. She didn't talk; she sang. She was a tower of strength.
Jayne Meadows
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But the good news was that my elder sister refused to get married straight away and I couldn't get married until she did so I had the licence to go off and dream.
Indra Nooyi
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Both of my parents had a change of career. My mum was a nurse, and now she's a college lecturer.
Laura Fraser
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If a woman doesn't chase a man a little, she doesn't love him.
E. W. Howe
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They said they wanted a lot of feathers, glitter, colourful colours. A costume. So I had a lady here in Calgary make it. She just kind of put together what I had in mind.
Owen Hart
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I think that every Saturday, we ought to say, 'My father's a Jew, my mother was a Jew, and I'm a Jew,' with great pride.
Ed Koch
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There's a Nina Simone record that I love, 'Live at Vine Street,' and she sings flat on it. I can imagine she might've told the record label, 'Oh, God, you're not releasing that!' But I'm glad they did.
Damien Rice
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On Ventura, there she goes She just bought some bitch'n clothes Tosses her head n flips her hair She got a whole bunch of nothin in there
Frank Zappa
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But you know, my mom having to go to the hospital seven times... like passed out because of pain... I wouldn't come home and sit with my family and be with my dad - I'd call someone up and... I'd go and get obliterated drunk and I'd go, like, on two-week benders.
Jack Osbourne
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There ought to be an absolute dictatorship... a dictatorship of painters... a dictatorship of one painter... to suppress all those who have betrayed us.
Pablo Picasso
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Better to be always in a minority of one with God - branded as madman, incendiary, fanatic, heretic, infidel - frowned upon by "the powers that be," and mobbed by the populace - or consigned ignominiously to the gallows, like him whose "soul is marching on," though his "body lies mouldering in the grave," or burnt to ashes at the stake like Wickliffe, or nailed to the cross like him who "gave himself for the world," - in defence of the RIGHT, than like Herod, having the shouts of a multitude crying, "It is the voice of a god, and not of a man!"
William Lloyd Garrison
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My mother was the dearest, sweetest angel. She didn't talk; she sang. She was a tower of strength.
Jayne Meadows