Nikolas "Nik" Wallenda (Nik Wallenda) Quotes
There was no way to focus on the movement of the cable. If I looked down at the cable there was water moving everywhere. And if I looked up there was heavy mist blowing in front of my face. So it was a very unique, a weird sensation.
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Triumphant hours are the Lark's
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Reason is the servant of instinct.
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Beauty, midnight, vision dies: Let the winds of dawn that blow Softly round your dreaming head Such a day of welcome show Eye and knocking heart may bless, Find our mortal world enough; Noons of dryness find you fed By the involuntary powers, Nights of insult let you pass Watched by every human love.
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Folly ends where genuine hope begins.
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Do not grieve yourself too much for those you hate, nor yet forget them utterly.
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Religious ideas have sprung from the same need as all the other achievements of culture: from the necessity for defending itself against the crushing supremacy of nature.
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I do not think an enormous permanent underclass is a very good thing to have if you're attempting to operate something that at least pretends sometimes to be a democracy.
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The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he's written it.
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I was looking for Quincy Jones, that's who I was obsessed with. Watching Mike Jackson, I always knew that I had to be a showman on stage, because when people come to you live you always want them to come back. You gotta give them something to remember.
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How'd you get in here?" She raised her eyebrows. “You pick pockets.” Kat watched his hand fly to his back pocket. “I can pick locks. Looking for this?” she asked, holding up his wallet. “Oops. Maybe I can pick pockets too.
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Listen, if my career was to end tomorrow, I would have no complaints whatsoever.
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Whether one was going to have a horse, or a dog, or a child, with that comes a great responsibility to raise them.
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The great object of life is Sensation - to feel that we exist - even though in pain - it is this "craving void" which drives us to gaming - to battle - to travel - to intemperate but keenly felt pursuits of every description whose principal attraction is the agitation inseparable from their accomplishment.
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Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?
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Put me in a costume, and I'm your man. I must have one of those faces which seems to suit period drama more than modern films and TV programmes. But I'm not complaining, I love going back in time. I feel quite lucky because nobody knows who I am. I can walk about and have ordinary conversations with people.
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There was no way to focus on the movement of the cable. If I looked down at the cable there was water moving everywhere. And if I looked up there was heavy mist blowing in front of my face. So it was a very unique, a weird sensation.
