Helen Keller Quotes
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Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.
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Life, as we find it, is too hard for us; it brings us too many pains, disappointments and impossible tasks. In order to bear it we cannot dispense with palliative measures... There are perhaps three such measures: powerful deflections, which cause us to make light of our misery; substitutive satisfactions, which diminish it; and intoxicating substances, which make us insensible to it.
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O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
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I don't see the point in signing on to do something and then leaving.
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If you walk up to some random person on the street, grab them by the shoulder, and say 'Did you just see what I saw?!', you'll find that no-one wants to talk to you.
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I hire a lot of hosts, reporters, producers, and I hire people who care about the news.
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The lifelong goal of an improviser is to listen to what the other person is saying, taking it in, and responding.
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My heart goes out to the grieving parents who lost their two-year-old or their newborn.
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Death, only, renders hope futile.
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How did I gain from not remembering my earthly self? It allowed me to go deep into realms beyond the worldly without having to worry about what I was leaving behind. Throughout my entire time in those worlds, I was a soul with nothing to lose. No places to miss, no people to mourn. I had come from nowhere and had no history, so I fully accepted my circumstances-even the initial murk and mess of the Realm of the Earthworm's-Eye View-with equanimity.
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I had to cease to mourn what could never be and make the most of what was possible. And I would begin doing that by trying to mend the hurts of the past.
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To lose a friend is the greatest of all evils, but endeavour rather to rejoice that you possessed him than to mourn his loss.
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Just as we mourn the loss of brave soldiers protecting our nation's territorial integrity, we mourn the loss of brave soldiers protecting our constitutional integrity. The tragedy is that one is killed by bullets from across the border, and the other by one of our own.
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How futile are words in the ears of those who mourn.
