Isadora Duncan (Angela Isadora Duncan) Quotes
The dancer will not belong to a nation but to all humanity.
Isadora Duncan
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Whether or not they exist, we're slaves to the gods.
Fernando Pessoa
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Among politicians and businessman, Pragmatism is the current term for 'To hell with our children.'
Edward Abbey
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Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth,Stealing my breath of life, I will confessI love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
Claude McKay
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Singing beautiful melodies is one thing, but to deliver the text so that the people understand it, even in a foreign language, has to be worked at very hard.
Maureen Forrester
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I look forward to physical activity; it's a release from stress and a nice distraction. It puts me in a better mood. I never used to take classes before, but then I tore my plantar fascia so I couldn't run. I started taking SoulCycle classes, which I know are polarizing. People have strong opinions. Even though I can run again, I still go.
Ellie Kemper
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Close don't count in baseball. Close only counts in horseshoes and grenades.
Frank Robinson
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The name 'Seventh-day Adventist' carries the true features of our faith in front and will convict the inquiring mind. Like an arrow from the Lord's quiver, it will wound the transgressors of God's law, and will lead to repentance toward God, and faith in our Lord Jesus Christ.
Ellen G. White
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Take it from me: I really love making things up, which is why I write fiction for a living.
Kristin Gore
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Macroeconomic adjustment programmes are tailor-made to the situation of the country concerned and no models or templates are used.
Jeroen Dijsselbloem
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The woman's tour is very tough for all of the players.
Li Na
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I actually got into music because of art and because of skateboarding: All those graphics and punk bands and fanzines - they were glued together in my brain.
Alison Mosshart
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Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*
William Shakespeare