John Steinbeck Quotes
Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.
John Steinbeck
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Sometimes you have to go up really high to understand how small you really are.
Felix Baumgartner
The problem men seem to have, and women, too, is that they have this very structured idea that we should find a partner and settle down and be, you know, faithful. And yet clearly this is really, really hard for anybody to do!
Felicity Kendal
Anyone familiar with my work knows that I am extremely critical of all religious faiths.
Sam Harris
I've always liked working really hard and then doing nothing in particular. So, consequently, I didn't overexpose myself; I guess I maintained a kind of mystery. I wasn't ambitious.
Barbra Streisand
When a writer declares that his first book is his best, that is bad. I progress successively from book to book.
Mahmoud Darwish
Yeah, I'm from Jersey; it's almost like I was automatically born a Nets fan.
Queen Latifah
My golf score is really bad. I don't know. I'm definitely not a good golfer. Off the tee box, I can drive it about 275, and I'm in the fairway about 99% of the time. It's my next shot that needs work.
Jason Aldean
If I were to compare the Olympic decathlon to fatherhood, I would say fatherhood is a lot tougher.
Caitlyn Jenner
My goal, with whatever I'm working on, is to lose track of time.
Ben Marcus
It's time to recognize that under the equal protection clause of the United States [Constitution], same-sex couples should have the same rights as anybody else.
Barack Obama
They all laughed at Christopher ColumbusWhen he said the world was round;They all laughed when Edison recorded sound.
Ira Gershwin
Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.
John Steinbeck