Willa Cather Quotes
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
Willa Cather
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When high school students ask to spend their afternoons and weekends in my laboratory, I am amazed: I didn't develop that kind of enthusiasm for science until I was 28 years old.
Harold E. Varmus
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In the spring of 1936, I was introduced by friends to Jean Tatlock. In the autumn, I began to court her. We were at least twice close enough to marriage to think of ourselves as engaged.
J. Robert Oppenheimer
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It's good to be busy on a film set because there is a lot of sitting around, so if you've got two roles to play at one time, then that's great to do.
Damian Lewis
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I find Los Angeles to be a place of great physical beauty, in which you have the oceans and the mountains, and there's a vertical sense and a desert light that you can see forever.
Dan Gilroy
Breakfast Club
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Acting can be a narrow and isolated experience, because you only examine your particular part.
Damian Lewis
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My job as a leader is to make sure everybody in the company has great opportunities, and that they feel they're having a meaningful impact and are contributing to the good of society. As a world, we're doing a better job of that. My goal is for Google to lead, not follow that.
Larry Page
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I'd say Juventus has a story as legendary as the Yankees.
Lapo Elkann
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Unfortunately, anti-Darwinism keeps playing minor variations on the same negative themes and adds nothing to our understanding of life.
Ian Hacking
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Does anyone want to see a person who's making the money that the newspapers say I'm making complaining, 'Woe is me, my life is terrible, and people are being unfair?' No one would've had any patience for that. I wouldn't have any patience for that.
Matt Lauer
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I laugh a lot and count my blessings.
Cheryl Ladd
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In Prison Wearily, drearily, Half the day long, Flap the great banners High over the stone; Strangely and eerily Sounds the wind's song, Bending the banner-poles. While, all alone, Watching the loophole's spark, Lie I, with life all dark, Feet tethered, hands fettered Fast to the stone, The grim walls, square lettered With prisoned men's groan. Still strain the banner-poles Through the wind's song, Westward the banner rolls Over my wrong.
William Morris
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Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
Willa Cather