Henry Louis Gates Quotes
My father, if anything, first and last, was a man of words. He loved stories; he didn't live for stories, exactly, but I think he lived through stories. I think, like many writers, he loved stories about things he had experienced as much as, if not more than, he loved the experiences themselves.
Henry Louis Gates
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It's really hard not to fall into that trap of insecurity when you're a model. Beforehand, I never looked at myself in a huge monitor with 30 people around it every day.
Paloma Elsesser
You just put yourself into your work, and you can do anything you want, depending on how hard you want to work for it.
T. J. Miller
I have a couture body.
Carine Roitfeld
Of course, when I say that human nature is gentleness, it is not 100 percent so. Every human being has that nature, but there are many people acting against their nature, being false.
Dalai Lama
They forbade me from flying, despite all my protests and arguments. After being once in space, I was desperately keen to go back there. But it didn't happen.
Valentina Tereshkova
For six months I'd do movies and make it all about me. Then the other six months, it's not about me and it doesn't matter what my hair looks like or what anything looks like.
Rachel True
People don't very much like things that are beautiful - they are so far from their nasty little minds.
Claude Debussy
I don't even have a type! I don't have a physical type. I have an emotional type.
Jessica Simpson
My father came from Cuba, but he married a nice Jewish girl in Miami, and I followed suit and married a nice Jewish girl in Miami as well.
Carlos Lopez-Cantera
Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear;But seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near.
John Webster
If a man gives way to all his desires, or panders to them, there will be no inner struggle in him, no 'friction,' no fire. But if, for the sake of attaining a definite aim, he struggles with desires that hinder him, he will then create a fire which will gradually transform his inner world into a single whole.
Pyotr Ouspensky
My father, if anything, first and last, was a man of words. He loved stories; he didn't live for stories, exactly, but I think he lived through stories. I think, like many writers, he loved stories about things he had experienced as much as, if not more than, he loved the experiences themselves.
Henry Louis Gates
