Ray LaMontagne Quotes
Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind.
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We are asleep with compasses in our hands.
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My dad and I would watch Ray Lewis a lot. His tenacity, and he was everywhere. I wanted that mindset, too.
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The fact that 35 percent of all American giving went to religious organizations in 2010 reflects how closely bound many of us are with our place of worship.
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I'd love to live in Ireland but I'd like to live as me, not what someone thinks I am. People don't understand - I lived there before I was famous.
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I can change a light fixture, and I can do certain things. But I'm really bad in terms of construction. I can't do any of it on my own.
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Moderate doesn't mean that you're a wimp - far from it. It means that you've chosen a path because you believe that's the only way for global harmony and peace.
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What's most important in animation is the emotions and the ideas being portrayed. I'm a great believer of energy and emotion.
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When I write a goal down - and I truly write them down - it becomes a part of me. That's a contract that I sign with myself to say, 'I don't care what happens - I'm going to stay on this path. I'm going to try and see this through; I'm going to give it my best shot, my best effort.'
Gail Devers -
I asked my mother could I have an instrument. She said, 'Well if you go out and save your money.' So I went and got - I made me a shine box. I went out and started shining shoes, and I'd bring whatever I made.
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Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.
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In the '60s, I did many satirical portraits of dictators.
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Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.
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I have two rules for a great book: make me think and make me smile.
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What one writer can make in the solitude of one room is something no power can easily destroy.
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I love to play with Tony and Bill anytime, anywhere.
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Foolish prideIs all that I have left, so let me hideThe tears and the sadness you gave meWhen you said goodbyeWalk on by
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Raindrops keep fallin' on my headAnd just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bedNothin' seems to fit
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And so take away his work, which was his life [. . .] and all his glory and his great deeds? Make a child and a dotard of him? Keep him to myself at that cost? Make him so mine that he was no longer his?
