Simon Sinek Quotes
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Setting a tone of inclusiveness and ensuring protection for all begins at the top, whether from the White House or the State House.
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In Hollywood, you can live alongside very famous but still incredibly boring people. I've never wanted to be immortal. Even if nobody remembers me after my death, it's still okay with me.
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I have a problem with people saying feminine means anti-feminist, and I think it's counter-productive to immediately associate anything 'girly' with vanity or stupidity.
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Many actors come and disappear into oblivion. But not Salman Khan.
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Our laboratory is a place that celebrates diversity and is totally open to all differences, not just sex but also age, ethnicity, religion and other traditions.
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They say the day you lose your parents, you start to look like them.
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A grandchild is a miracle, but a renewed relationship with your own children is even a greater one.
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You're hot for two seconds, and you're struggling to get work again. If it were easy, I don't think that's a good place for an artist to work from.
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I think if you write about human relationships, you're always exploring the psyche and the soul. I don't separate certain - perhaps more extreme - things that people do from others.
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I want to play Eva Peron. I've already done a lot of Shakespeare, but I'd like to do Lady Macbeth.
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I'd wake up in the morning and I would think, 'Where am I?' I'd have to gather myself.
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It's easier to be with somebody. But it's better to be single if you're with the wrong person.
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Both Josh and Noah are capable of rushing for 1,000 yards. We know that. Josh is a great reader. He makes good decisions on cuts. Noah is extremely quick, a real slasher.
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The flute of the infinite is played without ceasing, and its sound is love.
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The real question is should we trust people who don't like cheese?
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Nowadays you can record on your laptop with Pro Tools, which I do quite often.
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Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.
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I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.
