John Hawkes Quotes
I don't think there are in life, pure darkness or pure light. Everyone's got a little of everything.
John Hawkes
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If you see a black family, it's looting, but if it's a white family they are looking for food.
Kanye West
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Hearing a whole entire room sing back to me, 'I guess it's true I'm not good at a one-night stand,' you know, I just can't explain the feeling. It's unreal. You feel like you've just read your diary to thousands of people and they've gone, 'It's okay. We still love you.'
Sam Smith
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There is more treasure in books than in all the pirate's loot on Treasure Island.
Walt Disney
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The history of Bitcoin trading is a bubble, a correction, consolidation, and another increase. It's happened four times, and it will happen again.
Barry Silbert
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Everybody has a story... and a scream.
Rachel Roberts
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If I had taken a doctoral degree, it would have stifled any writing capacity.
Barbara W. Tuchman
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I think unleashing 3,000 smart bombs against the city of Baghdad in the first several days of the war... to me, if those were unleashed against the San Francisco Bay Area, I would call that an act of extreme terrorism.
Pete Stark
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With Barack, there's an emotional need to succeed, to win, to obtain victory. He always believes that he's the smartest person in the room.
David Garrow
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At every Christmas, I fail to remember the daughters' shoe sizes, and they are not growing, but grown. After ostensible hard thought about who needs what, I have failed to give good gifts; I have failed to receive good gifts.
Padgett Powell
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When one does not have what one wants, one must want what one has”: “I have had, you see, to resort more and more to very small, almost invisible pleasures, little extras. You've no idea how great one becomes with these little details, it's incredible how one grows.
Witold Gombrowicz
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Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I don't think there are in life, pure darkness or pure light. Everyone's got a little of everything.
John Hawkes