Susan Vreeland Quotes
It was strange: When you reduced even a fledgling love affair to its essentials--I loved her, she maybe loved me, I was foolish, I suffered--it became vacuous and trite, meaningless to anyone else. In the end, it's only the moments that we have, the kiss on the palm, the joint wonder at the furrowed texture of a fir trunk or at the infinitude of grains of sand in a dune. Only the moments.
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I think I have lived in every part of L.A. except downtown. Everywhere from Topanga Canyon to Toluca Lake.
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Every city is always changing, on its own trajectory.
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Those most moved to tears by every word of a preacher are generally weak and a rascal when the feelings evaporate.
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I never saw 'Titanic' as a springboard for bigger films or bigger pay cheques. I knew it could have been that, but I knew it would have destroyed me.
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There's good and bad in everybody. I wasn't looking for the good, or looking for the bad. This is a man who signed his pact with the devil 20 years ago, and he's learned to live with it. He's tried to protect his family from it.
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My goal is I want to create the 20-20-20 club: 20 sacks, 20 tackles for loss, 20 batted balls.
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The young people who join extremist groups are clearly suffering from massive deficiencies in religious knowledge and are often politically gullible (when they are not attempting to salve pangs of conscience by cutting themselves off from a life of delinquency).
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A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer.
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Marxism is the opium of the intellectuals.
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The thing about Pablo is that he wasn't happy with what he had - just being the sixth richest man in the world. He wanted to be loved. He wanted to be accepted. He wanted to be President of Colombia; he wanted his kids to go to the same school as the Colombian elite. But he wouldn't be accepted by the elite.
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There are selves too big for one person to contain. You cannot call them selfish. There is nothing -ish about such selves. They are the self, as it were, itself.
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I'm always focused.
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I'm no model lady. A model's just an imitation of the real thing.
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I've had every known chemical-cocaine, booze-and tobacco is the hardest one in the world for me to quit. You watch old flicks? It's suggestion by looking at something: You see a cigarette, and it makes you want to smoke!
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No, the serpent did notSeduce Eve to the apple.All that's simplyCorruption of the facts.Adam ate the apple.Eve ate Adam.The serpent ate Eve.This is the dark intestine.The serpent, meanwhile,Sleeps his meal off in Paradise-Smiling to hearGod's querulous calling.
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Your sex have such a surprising animosity against one another when you do differ.
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I would rather take the role and work and make my own money and self respect than to have sex with someone who has a lot of money.
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If Bitcoin is a better gold or seen as a type of gold-like asset, then it could be in the trillions on a market cap.
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We live in the world of images, but we also live in the world of the Internet, of zapping and where people move. You can make little videos on your phone. I love very composed images, but the idea of moving pictures with a story, with a plot is quite interesting, too.
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Courage easily finds its own eloquence.
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The very nature of the Chinaman holds him back. If his fellow should fall, John thinks it quite proper that he stamp on the underdogs face.
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To be called a child of God - there is no greater distinction. I love the final sentence of that Scripture with that emphatic exclamation mark. What a powerful assurance. Right here, right now, in this very moment, no matter how good or bad you feel about yourself, you're a beloved child of God. Throughout Scripture, God is conveying this message. He made you, he loves you, he pursues you, he's not done with you, and he's called you his child.
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The main event has never been the manifestation; the main event has always been the way you feel moment by moment, because that's what life is.
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It was strange: When you reduced even a fledgling love affair to its essentials--I loved her, she maybe loved me, I was foolish, I suffered--it became vacuous and trite, meaningless to anyone else. In the end, it's only the moments that we have, the kiss on the palm, the joint wonder at the furrowed texture of a fir trunk or at the infinitude of grains of sand in a dune. Only the moments.
