Virginia Woolf Quotes
Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.
Virginia Woolf
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Making films is my hobby. It relaxes me; it is my life, and it's one of the best jobs in the world. I go to work and solve problems, fight robots, kill aliens, and kiss beautiful women. I'm a very lucky man.
Sam Worthington
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If I decide to make a coat red in the show, it's not just red, I think: is it communist red? Is it cherry cordial? Is it ruby red? Or is it apple red? Or the big red balloon red?
Lady Gaga
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Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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A lot of fighters come from Brazil. We've been doing this for long, long years.
Rafael dos Anjos
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Under Hitler it was the entrepreneurial and professional classes who were the first victims of Nazi boycotts and exclusion. Today it is Israel, the most powerful symbol of Jewish national resurgence in two millennia.
Jack Schwartz
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We need to understand what innovation will be built on top of our networks.
Hans Vestberg
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I have Bright's disease and he has mine.
S. J. Perelman
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People who are lying are, understandably, more worried about being believed, so they work harder - too hard, as it were - at being believable.
Christopher Voss
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But I don’t think I’ve ever known such a natural at Potions!” said Slughorn. “Instinctive, you know — like his mother! I’ve only ever taught a few with this kind of ability, I can tell you that, Sybill — why even Severus —” And to Harry’s horror, Slughorn threw out an arm and seemed to scoop Snape out of thin air toward them.
Joanne Rowling
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Art is in love with luck, and luck with art.
Agathon
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I've seen 'Silence of the Lambs,' like, fifty or sixty times. That's my favorite movie of all time.
Rachel Nichols
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Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.
Virginia Woolf