Virginia Woolf Quotes
And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
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All fashion brands are about looking good. Being Human is also about doing good. And you can do good by the simple act of slipping into a t-shirt or a pair of jeans.
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And also, it's sort of my job to make you believe things about him that aren't true about me.
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That you get booed belongs to professional sports.
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You have to expect the raps when you have achieved popularity as a writer.
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Before I go to bed, I brush my teeth and take off all my makeup. I like to use Neutrogena's makeup remover wipes.
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We cannot control what emotions or circumstances we will experience next, but we can choose how we will respond to them.
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A writer is someone who tells you one thing so someday he can tell his readers another thing: what he was thinking but declined to say, or what he would have thought had he been wiser. A writer turns his life into material, and if you're in his life, he uses yours, too.
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It was never important for a wedding to be about anything other than me and my partner. A big celebration was never my cup of tea.
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I'm a vulnerable, sensitive person. I overthink everything.
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Formula One has been the backdrop of my life.
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We're becoming so much better at destigmatizing all sorts of things, including mental illness in 'Silver Linings.'
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I do stupid stuff like that: I'll call my wife from the road, send her pictures of glaciers.
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It is thought and feeling which guides the universe, not deeds.
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Changing the DNA of a large, multilateral organization such as the United Nations to deal effectively with modern threats is not easy. Indeed, when the United Nations was created in the wake of World War II, threats came almost exclusively from one state carrying out acts of aggression against another.
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All souls are equal and alike and have the similar nature and qualities.
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Then in 1969, I spent the spring term at Cornell University in New York. The invasion of August 1968 had already happened, but the hardline regime took several months to crack down on dissidents.
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People that go through serious illness - you can either go one way or the other. You can either become despondent about it all. Or it kind of rejuvenates you, makes you focus on what's important.
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I go on walks during lunch breaks and travel with a fold-up yoga mat. I also love reading by candlelight at night.
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The thing I hate the most in any kind of writing is self-righteousness. Where you pretend you don't have the same kinds of flaws your subject has.
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In many organisms, including man, the mechanical respiration and the circulation of the blood are 'regulated' so as to correspond to the demand of the moment.
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In Genesis, it says that it is not good for a man to be alone; but sometimes it is a great relief.
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Painting predicates what man wants to see, and what man ought to see, not what he ordinarily sees.
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I was, like, forty at birth. When I wasn't even a year old, I spoke, I was potty trained, I walked and talked. That was it. Then I started school and drove everybody crazy because they realized I had popped out as an adult. I had adult questions and wanted adult answers.
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And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
