Plautus Quotes
Quotes to Explore
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Decision – making is very scary for me.
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I think you have to create your own stuff so I'm working on stuff for myself right now.
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There is no reason whatsoever to think that Buddhism can compete successfully with the relentless evangelizing of Christianity and Islam. Nor should it try to.
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We have, I think, developed an inferiority complex. I think what is needed in India today is the destruction of that defeatist spirit.
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I'm concerned about my daughter because she will not believe in Santa Claus. No matter what I say to her, she just doesn't buy it, and she's 2. I refuse to give it up. I say, 'There is a Santa Claus,' and she says, 'Okay, Mommy. In pretend world, right?' She really doesn't believe.
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I love yoga and hiking - I think that's the perfect combo.
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I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.
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I think people are frightened of women making big decisions.
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I'm very much against war; I'm very much against terrorism of any kind. I find terrorism to be one of the most appalling things that can exist in society.
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I think there is a generation gap. I personally look forward to, as our generation becomes the leaders, you are gonna see a change, and I think hopefully gay marriage will be a part of that country.
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We have a hope of succeeding if we learn from our past mistakes and pull together to make the hard choices.
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I am attracted by almost any French word - written or spoken. Before I knew its meaning, I thought 'saucisson' so exquisite that it seemed the perfect name to give a child - until I learned it meant 'sausage!'
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Greek philosophy seems to have met with something with which a good tragedy is not supposed to meet, namely, a dull ending.
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I know there is a difference between adaption and evolution.
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It's kind of good to do things while you're young.
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προφυλάσσω δὲ ὑμᾶς ἀπὸ τῶν θηρίων τῶν ἀνθρωπομόρφων.
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To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?
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the old place of the Quoyles, half ruined, isolated, the walls and doors of it pumiced by stony lives of dead generations. The aunt felt a hot pang. Nothing would drive them out a second time.
