Mia Farrow Quotes
I'm going to take the high road because the low road is so crowded.
Mia Farrow
Quotes to Explore
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What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning, with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?
Karen Blixen
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I do not want other artists to imitate my work – they do even when I tell them not to – but only imitate my example for freedom and independence from all external, decadent and corrupting influences..
Clyfford Still
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The law, as an institution, avoids justice, subverts it, just as often as it sees it done.
Jeff Lindsay
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When people say, 'You seem so grounded; you seem so normal,' I think it's the way I was raised and the way my sister and I were brought up by our parents.
Trisha Yearwood
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When I first started YouTubeing, the idea was, 'Oh, YouTube is going to be a stepping stone to get to other places,' and I just totally don't agree with that. I think YouTube is amazing. The digital space is amazing.
Lilly Singh
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I hate to admit this, but before we had a baby I was kind of weirded out by breastfeeding. It looked strange, and I was always like, 'Look away! Ignore it, ignore the boobs in the room, move along, nothing to see here!'
David Alan Basche
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I don't want to go that route where I'm going into fights dehydrated. I used to fight at 170 pounds. I was 10-0 at 170 with eight knockouts. I'm not going to listen to somebody from the outside tell me what weight I should be fighting at.
Eddie Alvarez
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I have learned to delegate.
Gwen Stefani
No Doubt
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You think an essay should have a hypothesis, a conclusion, should argue points. You really do bore me.
Carole Maso
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Triathlon is a sport where the legacy is obvious. Anyone can do it; there are loads you can do. It is a massive participation sport. You can do it as a challenge, for charity or whatever. I believe it will continue to grow, and I will look forward to that happening.
Alistair Brownlee
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How can a mother's heart feel cold or wearyKnowing her dearer self safe, sheltered, warm?How can she feel her road too dark or dreary,Who knows her treasure sheltered from the storm?How can she sin? Our hearts may be unheeding,Our God forgot, our holy saints defied;But can a mother hear her dead child pleading,And thrust those little angel hands aside?
Adelaide Anne Procter
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I'm going to take the high road because the low road is so crowded.
Mia Farrow