Honore de Balzac Quotes
Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.
Honore de Balzac
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If we want to talk about freedom, we must mean freedom for others as well as ourselves, and we must mean freedom for everyone inside our frontiers as well as outside.
Wendell Willkie
With a film, you can get into it and love it. With music, you can listen to over and over again, but with music videos, they're like this short little stab.
Watkin Tudor Jones
I want to be the Letterman of metal. I want five nights a week, Monday to Friday, 11 to 12, live. I always shoot for the moon.
Eddie Trunk
You've never seen a Columbine done by a black child. Never. They always say, 'We can't believe it happened here. We can't believe it's these suburban white kids.' It's only them!
Van Jones
If I really considered myself a writer, I wouldn't be writing screenplays. I'd be writing novels.
Quentin Tarantino
I don't understand why people really get upset about something that doesn't affect them at all.
Wanda Sykes
Actually, I wanted to become a journalist, but no matter who I imagined myself to be in the future, somehow I was sure: I would leave my hometown. I felt it was my destiny.
Irina Shayk
If something is going on in my life, it winds up getting into my strip.
Bill Griffith
Suffer not thy wrongs to shroud thy fate, But turn, my soul, to blessings which remain.
Anna Seward
Rob Reiner is a teddy bear. He's hell delicious. He's a really good director. He's a great soul. In the movie business, I would call him a movie mom. The only person I hold in equal esteem is Clint Eastwood. Now I have worked with a lot of terrific directors, and I don't mean to be putting any of them below their own station, but these two, I relish working with them.
Morgan Freeman
Genuine sorrows are very tranquil in appearance in the deep bed they have dug for themselves. But, seeming to slumber, they corrode the soul like that frightful acid which penetrates crystal.
Honore de Balzac