T. R. Pearson Quotes
“The husk of a man in the woods below me bled into a creek that fed into a river that sparkled gaily in the winter sun.”
Quotes to Explore
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I'd like to meet a lovely man who shares my interests. On the other hand, I possibly will not. It's part of the hand you're dealt. It's a challenge-and I'm not atypical.
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The law of sacrifice is uniform throughout the world. To be effective it demands the sacrifice of the bravest and the most spotless.
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In the Muslim world, there are many people who have been vocal and we have been very vocal against extremists. But how to win this battle is an ongoing battle. And we must continue to wage the battle for peace.
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Every man prefers to look at a well-shaped woman instead of a rubber ball.
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I have got to the point in my life when a lot of people I know have died or are dying, so I realise that somewhere outside the pearly gates is a queue, shuffling nearer and nearer to the celestial box office.
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I remember one day sitting at the pool and suddenly the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Why was I so unhappy? I had success. I had security. But it wasn't enough. I was exploding inside.
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Dance should mean something to you.
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Men are every bit as gendered as women.
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Truth is stranger than nonfiction. And life is too interesting to be left to journalists. People have stories, but journalists have 'takes,' and it's their takes that usually win out when the stories are too complicated or, as happens, not complicated enough.
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I am a victim-oriented person. I like to see that the victims know that they have a voice.
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Mitt Romney subscribes to the cynical logic that says the American dream belongs to some of us but not all of us.
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As athletes, we're defined by what we've accomplished. Those are what most people remember and what you get paid for. But I learned more from my failures than from all of my successes put together - failures as an athlete and as a person.
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Typically, a book is published and gets one season in the sun. Eventually, you write another book, and maybe your old books get a bump, but my books seem to keep being discovered and recommended to new people of all ages.
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Martin Luther King said, and it is sadly still true, that one of the most segregated times in America is the hour of worship.
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I've really loved steampunk for a long time, ever since 'Wild Wild West,' and it's always been a genre and an era that's fascinated me. But so often it's set in England, and that doesn't really resonate with me, or maybe it just seems a little overdone.
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There are always going to be critics... and I have always had a rule: no matter how good the commentary is, or how bad the commentary is, it's more important that you do what you think is right.
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You can't just lecture the poor that they shouldn't riot or go to extremes. You have to make the means of legal redress available.
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The imperial province should have a university, the prefectures should have colleges, and the counties should have day schools.
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I'm going into politics because I think that the kind of discourse taking place in Israel is leading this country to oblivion, and I want to change it.
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I don't actually think there has ever been too much emphasis on what I am wearing.
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The great power of separating the watching mind from the thinking mind is that the watching mind is innately loving. Some call this part of the psyche the 'compassionate witness.' Sharing our difficult feelings with a compassionate witness is the crucial step that heals the infinite small wounds inflicted upon the soul by everyday life.
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It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure
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That nature does not care, one way or the other, is the true abyss. That only man cares, in his finitude facing nothing but death, alone with his contingency and the objective meaninglessness of his projecting meanings, is a truly unprecedented situation.
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“The husk of a man in the woods below me bled into a creek that fed into a river that sparkled gaily in the winter sun.”
