Vladimir Nabokov Quotes
The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.
Vladimir Nabokov
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The political object is the goal, war is the means of reaching it, and the means can never be considered in isolation from their purposes.
Carl von Clausewitz
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I started off thinking that I just needed one shot to prove myself, but then I realised that I was only going to learn about acting by doing it.
Oscar Isaac
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People often ask me whether I believe in God. I haven't seen God. But I think that one's beliefs are one's God - and, in those terms, yes, God is there.
Kapil Dev
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Writers are outsiders. Even when we seem like insiders, we're outsiders. We have to be. Our noses pressed to the glass, we notice everything. We mull and interpret. We store away clues, details that may be useful to us later.
Dani Shapiro
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Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.
Edmund Burke
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I do not find it easy to articulate thoughts about religion. I remain the sort of person who turns off 'Thought for the Day' when it comes on the radio.
A. N. Wilson
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If something's working, you lean into it. You don't fight it.
Billy Lawrence
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Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'tis all that I implore: In life and death a chainless soul, with courage to endure.
Emily Bronte
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There have been times when people who weren't my friends all of a sudden became my friend. I won't allow them to use me, but I have been pretty lucky to have friends who have supported me and who I have known since I was 12. They are still the same and they don't treat me any different.
Lalaine Vergara-Paras
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I've been really clear that my first job as leader of the Labour Party and co-leader of the labour movement is to engage with our base.
David Cunliffe
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I was born in the summer of 1970, the last of five boys stretched over eight years. My parents were a struggling young couple who had been married one afternoon under a shade tree by a preacher without a church. No guests or fancy dress, just the two of them, lost in love, and the preacher taking a break from working on a house.
Charles M. Blow
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The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.
Vladimir Nabokov