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
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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
You don't have to forego education to do anything. Even if you want to go to the NBA, you should read.
D.A. Wallach
Now we pursue a myth of an ideal form, thinness at all costs.
Ornella Muti
Would you love a man of a broken shell after the passing of a women's soul?
Brian Perkins
Isaiah was so attuned to God, because of the great crisis he had just endured, that the call of God penetrated his soul. The majority of us cannot hear anything but ourselves. And we cannot hear anything God says. But to be brought to the place where we can hear the call of God is to be profoundly changed.
Oswald Chambers
I spend a great deal of time with the President. We have a very close, personal, loyal relationship. I'm not, as they say, a potted plant in these meetings.
Dan Quayle
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