Honore de Balzac Quotes
Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.
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The way we do music in Brazil is very different because we are so moved by music; we grow up with that.
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I wouldn't be where I am without Evolve.
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Being a star has made it possible for me to get insulted in places where the average Negro could never hope to go and get insulted.
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Fortunately there is more wealth in the world than there was at the time of the global economic crisis of 1929 - Chinese, Indian, Arab and Russian.
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I'm not an atheist. How can you not believe in something that doesn't exist? That's way too convoluted for me.
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It's rare for artists to really stare deeply at themselves in the mirror, literally, because there's constantly a mirror on you.
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I've seen 'Silence of the Lambs,' like, fifty or sixty times. That's my favorite movie of all time.
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You always have to avoid working for the sake of putting yourself out there.
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A lasting two-state solution requires two credible partners, and not just one side - Israel - taking superficial steps simply to placate world opinion.
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I love spending time researching a character and reading about them.
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If the U.N. didn't exist, we'd be inventing it right now.
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Selling is something we do for our clients - not to our clients.
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Hemingway's minimalism is based on the psychological mechanics of repression. An echo of his approach can be detected in a favorite trope of 1980s minimalists: a pattern of reference to dire secrets and hidden wounds these authors didn't realize they were supposed to have imagined.
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If you do an autopsy on an 85-year-old who died of a stroke, you will find five other things that person was about to die from.
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The people in the Upper Midwest were the same kind of people I grew up around in Idaho.
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Does the novel have to deepen the psychology of its heroes? Certainly the modern novel does, but the ancient legends did not do the same. Oedipus' psychology was deduced by Aeschylus or Freud, but the character is simply there, fixed in a pure and terribly disquieting state.
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The glory of the day was in her face,The beauty of the night was in her eyes.And over all her loveliness, the graceOf Morning blushing in the early skies.
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The last thing we need is efforts by some politicians and the NRA to arm educators and allow more guns in our schools.
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When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happened. Birds, at least must know It is the change to darkness in the sky. Murmuring something quiet in her breast, One bird begins to close a faded eye; Or overtaken too far from his nest, Hurrying low above the grove, some waif Swoops just in time to his remembered tree. At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe! Now let the night be dark for all of me. Let the night be too dark for me to see Into the future. Let what will be, be.
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Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet. *Here’s what love is: a smoke made out of lovers' sighs. When the smoke clears, love is a fire burning in your lover’s eyes. If you frustrate love, you get an ocean made out of lovers' tears. What else is love? It’s a wise form of madness. It’s a sweet lozenge that you choke on.*
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Love is like some fresh spring, first a stream and then a river, changing its aspect and its nature as it flows to plunge itself in some boundless ocean, where restricted natures only find monotony, but where great souls are engulfed in endless contemplation.
