Ernestine Rose Quotes
The few bright meteors in man's intellectual horizon could well be matched by women, were she allowed to occupy the same elevated position.
Ernestine Rose
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When I have people around, I'm a chatterbox. But when I'm alone, I never speak. I don't talk to myself; it's just not my schtick.
J. C. Chandor
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A sack is way better than any nightclub. A touchdown is way better than any bar experience I've ever had.
J. J. Watt
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Indeed the three prophecies about the death of individual art are, in their different ways, those of Hegel, Marx, and Freud. I don't see any way of getting beyond those prophecies.
Harold Bloom
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When I was little, we had a Golden Book that had all these Disney characters in one portrait on the first page. My dad used to read from it every night. We'd play this game of find Pluto or find Donald Duck. He'd read us stories and do all the voices. Those are great memories.
Danica McKellar
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I do feel like there's a level of ridiculousness going on in electronic music... It's getting borderline absurd out there.
Kaskade
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I'm proposing a change: love thy worker-bee. Celebrate the ones who toil without complaint, play on a team, construct the hive, produce the honey... executing the plan!
Nancy Lublin
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Why is it we never get our bad medicine in small doses?
Edmund H. North
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My job is to work hard and be honest with my character, and that's in my control. I can only try to give my best performance.
Nawazuddin Siddiqui
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There's a consequence for everything, and that goes back to the Bible for me.
Taya Kyle
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'Memory.' 'Race.' 'Murder.' That's what they say about me. I am an elegiac poet. I have some historical questions, and I'm grappling with ways to make sense of history; why it still haunts us in our most intimate relationships with each other, but also in our political decisions.
Natasha Trethewey
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You can conquer almost any fear if you will only make up your mind to do so. For remember, fear doesn't exist anywhere except in the mind.
Dale Carnegie
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O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth.Tasting of Flora and the country green,Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth!O for a beaker full of the warm South,Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,And purple-stained mouth.
John Keats