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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I am happy that thousands of students, young designers and fashion people will be able to see and study my work in every aspect of it.
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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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I've had much nastier things said about me in the British press than in the Bosnian press.
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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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Usually, when inspiration strikes late, the light of day reveals that I haven't gotten an idea for a book so much as a psychiatric case study.
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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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Encouraging a child means that one or more of the following critical life messages are coming through, either by word or by action: I believe in you, I trust you, I know you can handle this, You are listened to, You are cared for, You are very important to me
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You are always living a reflection of whatever you are outputting. And so, if you get into a little pocket where a lot of people are being rude, it's probably because you are being rude — or because you have been aware of people being rude. Nothing ever happens to you that is not part of your vibration!
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I decide my future. I decide what I want to do. Nobody else. If I decide this will be my last year, maybe it is. If I decide it will be my last contract, I decide that. Nobody else. So I will decide when the moment is there.
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There is always the possibility of change. If it happened in South Africa, why can't it happen anywhere?
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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!
