Ryunosuke Satoro Quotes
He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spray of a waterfall, the sour fumes of fruit stashed away by a monkey; even the dim glow of the master's oil lamp on its tripod looked to him like misty moonlight in the hills.
Ryunosuke Satoro
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I have to go through auditions, and my surname has got me into rooms, but I'll never know if it gets me any jobs. There's a lot of sexism and objectification, and a lot of people put you down.
Oona Chaplin
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Patch Adams
We're all colored, or you wouldn't be able to see anyone.
Captain Beefheart
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C. S. Lewis
Quamlibet multa egerimus, quodam tamen modo recentes sumus ad id quod incipimus. quis non obtundi potest, si per totum diem cuiuscunque artis unum magistrum ferat? mutatione recreabitur sicut in cibis, quorum diversitate reficitur stomachus et pluribus minore fastidio alitur.
Quintilian
Adeo facilius est multa facere quam diu.
Quintilian
'And now,' Herod calmly said, 'You can kill all the new-born....Kill them all....take your men and let your men take their swords. Make sure they're sharp. To Bethlehem. Hack. Lunge. Chop. Kill.'
Anthony Burgess
Those, that with haste will make a mighty fire,
Begin it with weak straws.
William Shakespeare
My family was always active, and our thing was family walks. Not walks around the block, but more like eight-mile hikes up mountains.
Mika Brzezinski
He felt so lost, he said later, that the familiar studio felt like a haunted valley deep in the mountains, with the smell of rotting leaves, the spray of a waterfall, the sour fumes of fruit stashed away by a monkey; even the dim glow of the master's oil lamp on its tripod looked to him like misty moonlight in the hills.
Ryunosuke Satoro
