Umberto Eco Quotes
For such is the fate of parody: it must never fear exaggerating. If it strikes home, it will only prefigure something that others will then do without a smile--and without a blush--in steadfast virile seriousness.
Quotes to Explore
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The fear that individuality will be crushed out by the growing 'tyranny' of standardization is the sort of myth which cannot withstand the briefest examination.
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Our parents came home one day and heard us, and they thought it was the radio, but our grandfather told them it was us.
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If you look at the history of large financial institutions, most of them have succeeded because of a deep presence in their home market.
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My mum was no pushy parent. She would drop me off for auditions when I was in my teens at the Lyric Theatre, then give me my bus fare and say she would see me later at home. She wasn't hanging around in the wings geeing me on. I had to do it on my own; it was up to me.
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I'd love sloth. I wish sloth would come home and visit me once in a while. I don't consider laziness a sin at all.
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We weren't dirt poor, but there was no spare money kicking around. While it was very much understood that the way to a better life was through education, books were a luxury we couldn't afford. But when I was six, we actually moved opposite the central library, and that became my home from home.
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I've had more ups than downs in my career. All you can do is keep working. You still have to take enjoyment out of what you're doing, and things will turn, and my smile has always been there. In good moments and bad.
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When I go home, all I wanna do is just sleep and eat.
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One thing I've been happy as peach pie about - because I'm all about the children and the happiness of a woman because that makes the happiness of the home - is that nannies, day cares and babysitters are all collapsing, which is forcing moms and dads to raise their children at home.
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A whopping 89 percent of buyers start their home search online. How your house looks online is the modern equivalent of 'curb appeal.' Rent a wide-angle lens and good lighting, get rid of your clutter and post at least eight great photos to win the beauty contest.
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A lot of my childhood memories involve walking home in floods of tears. At that age, feeling unpopular is difficult to handle.
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The original home of the Aryan race appears to have been somewhere among the mountains and lofty table-lands of Central Asia. The word 'Arya,' meaning the high or the excellent, indicates their superiority over the neighboring races long before the beginning of history.
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I would love for Senator Cruz, and everyone creating fear mongering and hatred, to consider creating hope, optimism and love.
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I'm not in control of my fate, and that's a good thing.
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The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear.
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But once you've made a song and you put it out there, you don't own it anymore. The public own it. It's their song. It might be their song that they wake up to, or their song they have a shower to, or their song that they drive home to or their song they cry to, scream to, have babies to, have weddings to - like, it isn't your song anymore.
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We are victims of the post-Enlightenment view that the world functions like a sophisticated machine, to be understood like a textbook engineering problem and run by wonks. In other words, like a home appliance, not like the human body.
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A lot of family members worked in the joint commodities family business. It was a classic case of capitalism at work and socialism at home.
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The home is the center of life - a refuge from the grind of work, pressure of school, menace of the streets, a place to be ourselves.
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I think fame comes from actually doing something big with your career.
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Negative people present us with an accelereted personal growth opportunity.
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As yet, the Negroes themselves do not fully appreciate these old slave songs.
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For such is the fate of parody: it must never fear exaggerating. If it strikes home, it will only prefigure something that others will then do without a smile--and without a blush--in steadfast virile seriousness.
