Soren Kierkegaard Quotes
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I used to just sit in the living room and make up songs on the keyboard.
Fleur East
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I think it need realness, you should speak on thing that you know about, that you being from, that you experienced or that you been around, you know. I think you need a good hook, good beats and good lyrics.
Obie Trice
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Every woman feels she is too old and has missed the boat.
Felicity Kendal
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Mastering others is strength. Mastering yourself is true power.
Lao Tzu
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'In Praise of Slowness' chronicles the global trend towards deceleration that has come to be known as the Slow Movement. Don't worry, though: it is not a Luddite rant. I love speed. Going fast can be fun, liberating and productive. The problem is that our hunger for speed, for cramming more and more into less and less time, has gone too far.
Carl Honore
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We just have to remember that we're all in this together and that we all want our state, and our country, to succeed.
Maggie Hassan
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There is a difference between not understanding and being willfully obtuse.
M. K. Hobson
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«Some aspects of the Spanish economy are going well, ... but it is not because you govern ... What has been your main virtue as a ruler? Not ruining the economy, and therefore I applaud. He could have razed everything he found, ... but no, he had the right to leave the economy as it was before.»
Mariano Rajoy
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‘She is a goddess,’ said Ambrose, drunkenly and stoutly. ‘…And she wants me. She’s the pursuer…She’s the epitome of woman, not,’ he said, ‘not a second-hand bundle of coy erogeneity draped,’ he said, ‘in an all-too-diaphanous robe,’ he said, ‘of pudeur.’
Anthony Burgess
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Understand then all of you, especially the young, that to want to impose an imaginary state of government on others by violence is not only a vulgar superstition, but even a criminal work. Understand that this work, far from assuring the well-being of humanity is only a lie, a more or less unconscious hypocrisy, camouflaging the lowest passions we posses.
Leo Tolstoy
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They pass upon their old, tremulous feet,Creeping with little satchels down the street,And they remember, many years ago,Passing that way in silks. They wander, slowAnd solitary, through the city ways,And they alone remember those old daysMen have forgotten.
Arthur Symons
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I'm like a phoenix. I rise from the ashes.
Bess Myerson
