Paul Lynde Quotes
I laughed all the way through Love Story.
Paul Lynde
Quotes to Explore
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In 1912, when I was working in The Hague, I first saw a drawing by Louis Sullivan of one of his buildings. It interested me.
Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
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It's only going to wind up in court.
John Britton
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A dry soul is wisest and best.
Heraclitus
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You are too young to know how the world changes everyday,' said Mrs Creakle, 'and how the people in it pass away. But we all have to learn it, David; some of us when we are young, some of us when we are old, some of us at all times in our lives.
Charles Dickens
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The less one, as a result of objective or subjective conditions, has to come into contact with people, the better off one is for it.
Arthur Schopenhauer
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The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
Lewis Carroll
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One must never miss an opportunity of quoting things by others which are always more interesting than those one thinks up oneself.
Marcel Proust
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The only thing that does not change is that at any and every time it appears that there have been great changes.
Marcel Proust
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I still have pretty much the same fears I had as a kid. I'm not sure I'd want to give them up; a lot of these insecurities fuel the movies I make.
Steven Spielberg
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Amazing how being bathed in arterial blood can wash out any lingering romantic disappointments.
Diana Peterfreund
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He wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for her.
Melissa de la Cruz
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It was early morning and already hot. There was a strong odor of earth and grass drying in the sun. We climbed among tall shrubs, on indistinct paths that led toward the tracks. When we reached an electrical pylon we took off our smocks and put them in the schoolbags, which we hid in the bushes. Then we raced through the scrubland, which we knew well, and flew excitedly down the slope that led to the tunnel. The entrance on the right was very dark: we had never been inside that obscurity. We held each other by the hand and entered. It was a long passage, and the luminous circle of the exit seemed far away. Once we got accustomed to the shadowy light, we saw lines of silvery water that slid along the walls, large puddles. Apprehensively, dazed by the echo of our steps, we kept going. Then Lila let out a shout and laughed at the violent explosion of sound. Immediately I shouted and laughed in turn. From that moment all we did was shout, together and separately: laughter and cries, cries and laughter, for the pleasure of hearing them amplified. The tension diminished, the journey began.
Elena Ferrante
