Hermann Hesse Quotes
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...
Hermann Hesse
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People like Art Blakey and Buddy Rich, you look at them playing music, and it's just like looking at a heavy metal drummer. I mean, they're playing with the same amount of ferocity. It's not to say all jazz is like that.
Damien Chazelle
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There's no way you can possibly intellectually justify, 'Well, it's okay for the Western Judeo-Christian countries to have nuclear weapons, but not for a country like Iran.' That logic goes nowhere fast.
Valerie Plame
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If you really do want to be an actor who can satisfy himself and his audience, you need to be vulnerable. You must reach the emotional and intellectual level of ability where you can go out stark naked, emotionally, in front of an audience.
Jack Lemmon
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When I go to clubs, I don't have to wait outside.
Fetty Wap
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Even when they have nothing, the Irish emit a kind of happiness, a joy.
Fiona Shaw
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I am nice to everybody. But people really take advantage of it.
Dan Auerbach
The Black Keys
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The happiest youth, viewing his progress through,
What perils past, what crosses to ensue,
Would shut the book, and sit him down and die.
William Shakespeare
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New skin, a new land! And a land of liberty, if that is possible! I chose the geology of a land that was new to me.
Salvador Dali
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Nature first, then theory. Or, better, Nature and theory closely intertwined while you throw all your intellectual capital at the subject. Love the organisms for themselves first, then strain for general explanations, and, with good fortune, discoveries will follow. If they don't, the love and the pleasure will have been enough.
E. O. Wilson
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Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown on the cold wind.
George Mackay Brown
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I boil my tears in a twisted spoon
And dance like an angel on the point of a needle.
Etheridge Knight
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A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...
Hermann Hesse
