Vladimir Nabokov Quotes
The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.Vladimir Nabokov
Quotes to Explore
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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 -
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 -
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 -
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 -
Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.
Edmund Burke -
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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My aim in painting is to create pulsating, luminous, and open surfaces that emanate a mystic light, in accordance with my deepest insight into the experience of life and nature.
Hans Hofmann -
However, we still have the problem of free travel and movement, since the Travel Documents issued by UNMIK as the substitute to passports, are not fully recognized yet by all countries.
Ibrahim Rugova -
In Westerns you were permitted to kiss your horse but never your girl.
Gary Cooper -
There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL convertible.
P. J. O'Rourke -
I have had the problem of seeing my male model go to Italy and... stay there.
Camille Claudel -
I was never like, 'Oh, I really want to play Cinderella.' That's not necessarily always been the dream. But it's super fun to play a princess.
Laura Osnes
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I am just trying to be a good, protective mother. I want to give Bertie as normal a childhood as possible while preserving his privacy.
Kate Bush -
I grew up thinking that singing was my security.
Nana Mouskouri -
I've always been a bit of a decorator. I think if I wasn't a singer I'd probably be in stage setting or interior design or something. I like clutter and I'm quite visually greedy. I can't have things to be plain; I have to have things looking interesting... maybe I'm just a frustrated interior designer stuck in a singing career.
Florence Welch Florence and the Machine -
Due to my work as a musician, songwriter, recording artist and author, hundreds of people stream in and out of my basement studio to help me with my creative projects.
Dan Hill -
Indigestion is charged by God with enforcing morality on the stomach.
Victor Hugo -
People say a lot of hurtful things, but in a way, the abuse that I endured from my husband prepared me for that. The things I had been told and drilled into my head from him were worse than what anybody could say to me.
La'Porsha Renae
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It was not necessary and might even have been disadvantageous for a government to claim a direct personal commission and communion of the kind God had given some rulers in the Old Testament. A working government might need the support of the Church but not of God Himself in a voice from on high.
Edmund Morgan -
Man, don't get me started on Pat Travers. That dude writes killer blues rock and roll riffs.
Darrell Lance Abbott -
When somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves you - all the wayHappy to be near youWhen you need someone to cheer you - all the way.
Sammy Cahn -
You can't reinvent the wheel. I remember when we first started out at 'Late Night,' we were trying to hire directors, and this guy was like, 'I see you behind a glass desk.' I don't. And he's like, 'Yeah, the glass desk.' I go, 'I don't really see me as a glass desk guy.'
Jimmy Fallon -
Teenagers complain there's nothing to do, then stay out all night doing it.
Robert Phillips -
The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.
Vladimir Nabokov