Sela Ward Quotes
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The more I think of it, the more I realize there are no answers. Life is to be lived.
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Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you'd never complete your life, would you? You'd never wholly know you.
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The only thing I can count on daily is the unexpected. I usually try to start my day with a run before I even turn on my computer and clog my head with things to be done.
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Nathaniel Philbrick's 'In the Heart of the Sea' has rightfully taken its place as a classic for its literary merits. It has a special place in the cannibalism canon as well.
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Any work you do, do it the best you can and achieve the maximum result.
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I think there is an enormous appetite for great roles for women. You can see that clearly with things like 'The Hunger Games.'
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The conflict between art and politics... cannot and must not be solved.
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Each one an antidote to the one that went before. Each one a reaction, an about-face, a rebound.
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Multi-tasking is merely the opportunity to screw up more than one thing at a time.
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Say something worth the words.
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This whole idea that we address environmental issues by not doing stuff just doesn't work.
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I like to make a difference in both places, ... We are a stronger team if I am on the field. I would like to let the guys who are used to be the DH, be the DH.
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I love a natural look in pictures.
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I carry an umbrella when I am outdoors and always wear sunscreen, even when I am sitting in front of a computer screen! I never touch coffee or other caffeinated drinks.
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The answers to life's problems aren't at the bottom of a bottle, they're on TV!
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There's nothing better than having a bottle of beer in your hand in the waves.
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If I knew the answer to that I'd bottle and sell it.
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Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantel-piece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle, and rolled back his left shirt-cuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist, all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. Finally, he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction.
