Maurice Blanchot Quotes
I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for this void which contemplates. To all that which you are, and, for our language, are not, I add a consciousness. I make you experience your supreme identity as a relationship, I name you and define you. You become a delicious passivity.
Maurice Blanchot
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Being a decathlete is like having ten girlfriends. You have to love them all, and you can't afford losing one.
Daley Thompson
I do this thing with my daughter - I put my hand on her face and shake her head, but really affectionately. But I didn't think, and I did that to Flea.
Watkin Tudor Jones
I don't understand why people make me want to make music that's a join-the-dots thing by numbers. I find it really difficult when people say, 'Aw, you should have made a really big hip hop record, that would have been really good for you' or, 'You should have made a song like Lily Allen, that would have been so great.'
M.I.A.
I focus on supporting high quality early childhood health care and education. By betting my resources on very young children, I know I'm making an investment that pays guaranteed dividends with a high rate of return.
J. B. Pritzker
I get used to my fountain pens and my clothes, and I can never throw them away. I replace them only when I see that they are broken or embarrassing to wear.
Orhan Pamuk
I exercise five days a week at home.
L'Wren Scott
I always defined myself in terms of my talkativeness, and being without a voice hits me in a number of ways.
John Diamond
I am always worried when someone says, 'This is perfect.'
Baz Luhrmann
The Fourth Industrial Revolution can compromise humanity's traditional sources of meaning - work, community, family, and identity - or it can lift humanity into a new collective and moral consciousness based on a sense of shared destiny. The choice is ours.
Klaus Schwab
A pale sun poked impudent marmalade fingers through the grizzled lattice glass, and sent the shadows scurrying, like convent girls menaced by a tramp.
Vivian Stanshall
I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for this void which contemplates. To all that which you are, and, for our language, are not, I add a consciousness. I make you experience your supreme identity as a relationship, I name you and define you. You become a delicious passivity.
Maurice Blanchot