Ernest Thompson Seton Quotes
Amid the cheering of the crowds, he hardly heard his master's voice, but he saw the familiar head and shoulders, and the bright flag he was waving. He raced toward the seven-foot fence; without apparent effort he rose in the air and cleared the top with a good hand-breadth to spare; then dashed up to his master that he loved, and gamboled there and licked his hand in heart-full joy. Again the victor's crown was his, and the master, a man of dogs, caressed the head of shining black with the jewel eyes of gold.
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Though many people said there is no joint border between Turkey and Montenegro, it feels like we are next to each other. We are in the same neighborhood.
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I was the 'no one understands me' teenager. But I think truly I've realized now that I didn't understand a thing myself. So I just had some livin' to do.
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In the theater, everything is ephemeral. Everything is almost weightless and without a very clear definition of how you made it.
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I urge researchers to make use of the opportunities that are available to them and to do all they can to fulfill the promise that stem cell research offers.
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The days of the painter at the Bauhaus appear to be truly over. They are estranged from the actual core of present activities, and their influence is more restricting than inspiring.
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I always wanted to be an actress. It's been very high up on my list of passions, and I did a couple of short courses, and I've studied at school.
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I loved Riot Grrl. Not only was it a punk rock revolution, but it meant you could get dressed for a night out for less than two pounds!
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There are standards of the game that FIFA governs and promises to uphold.
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Certain things you have to stumble on to. They can't be preprogrammed.
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I didn't know you were Catholic. (to Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson as he got down on one knee to beg Pelosi to find Democratic support for the bailout bill)-2008
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Small habits well pursued betimesMay reach the dignity of crimes.
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No book had ever really hinted of it, though the deathless Chinamen said that there were double meanings in the Necronomicon of the mad Arab Abdul Alhazred which the initiated might read as they chose, especially the much-discussed couplet:
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The only satisfied rationalists today are blinkered scientists or Marxists.
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'That’s me,' he said, motioning to the robot. 'That’s all of us. We prattle about free will, but we’re nothing but response...mechanical reaction in prescribed grooves.'
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We know what the Dixie flag represents and its heritage; the Civil War was fought over States rights.
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I think that if you're on the same team, you should be pushing in the same direction.
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See, I don't know nothing about singing. I never wanted to be a frontman. Frontmen had big egos and was always crazy and aggravating. I just never thought that was a good idea.
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A No. 1 record is hard to come by.
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People used to expect literary novels to deepen the experience of living; now they are happy with any sustained display of writerly cleverness.
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Hard times build determination and inner strength. Through them we can also come to appreciate the uselessness of anger.
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I always disliked that anytime you had gays represented in - and there were some exceptions, certainly - but represented in popular fiction, they were usually the goofy neighbor next door, you know? And I just thought, 'Well, I know a lot of gay people, and they're just as varied as the heterosexual people I know.'
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Live television invites a lot of comic relief, and I've definitely had my share. I got tongue-twisted on the word 'prevalent' once; had a homeless man accost me during a segment; and got my mic snagged off when a congressional staffer barged into my frame.
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When you fell in the sea, you should have heard them cheer. I made them rope the yard and fish you up. I said a ducking in water washes the witch-skill out of a woman until next full moon, and it would be bad luck to let you drown. How about that for a clever story? They’d believe anything if you make it sound silly enough.
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Amid the cheering of the crowds, he hardly heard his master's voice, but he saw the familiar head and shoulders, and the bright flag he was waving. He raced toward the seven-foot fence; without apparent effort he rose in the air and cleared the top with a good hand-breadth to spare; then dashed up to his master that he loved, and gamboled there and licked his hand in heart-full joy. Again the victor's crown was his, and the master, a man of dogs, caressed the head of shining black with the jewel eyes of gold.
