Haruki Murakami Quotes
Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.
Haruki Murakami
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Of course I get hurt.
Jackie Chan
Big league defense is going to get outs most times.
Barry Zito
Motherhood is tough. If you just want a wonderful little creature to love, you can get a puppy.
Barbara Walters
I believe that if you eat well, you work even better.
Ferran Adria
America, ladies and gentlemen, has done more for me financially than Britain ever has, or ever could have done.
Felix Dennis
If faith produce no works, I see That faith is not a living tree. Thus faith and works together grow, No separate life they never can know. They're soul and body, hand and heart, What God hath joined, let no man part.
Hannah More
When you say 'fear of the unknown', that is the definition of fear; fear is the unknown, fear is what you do not know, and it's genetically within us so that we feel safe. We feel scared of the woods because we're not familiar with it, and that keeps you safe.
M. Night Shyamalan
I went to the Technion and studied with Avram Hershko. I found it more exciting than practicing medicine.
Aaron Ciechanover
I think it would have been a lot better for him to say, I did it and I'm sorry, McGwire was never one to show a lot of emotion on the field, not a player who sought attention and craved to be thought of as a nice guy.
Fay Vincent
There were so many pretty girls coming into the salon as clients, and others working in the salon. And I thought, 'Hmm. This is rather nice.'
Vidal Sassoon
I guess that I'm primarily thought of as a rocker, largely because of 'Frankenstein' being such a heavy song - you know, it was really hard rock, almost a precursor of heavy metal and just the image of the synthesizer. I happened to be the first guy to get the idea of putting a strap on the keyboard.
Edgar Winter
Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.
Haruki Murakami