William Butler Yeats Quotes
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No actor who's any good can say truthfully to themselves, 'Yeah, I'm good; I've got this sorted.'
Gabriel Byrne
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I'm excellent at losing weight, but I've never been excellent at maintenance. I have some better days than others in terms of being hypervigilant, but with maintenance you don't know if you've been good at it until you're done.
Valerie Bertinelli
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Do not give up your dream because it is apparently not being realized, because you cannot see it coming true. Cling to your vision with all the tenacity you can muster. Keep it bright; do not let the bread-and-butter side of life cloud your ideal or dim it.
Orison Swett Marden
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'SNL' is the first real job I've held for more than a month and a half.
Hannibal Buress
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My passion is capturing what it feels like to love, be it romantic or otherwise. I love to watch two people realize what they meant for each other - and that goes across all media, books, TV, movies, personal essays; everything.
Taylor Jenkins Reid
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I've lived in the Hamptons since 1978, when I first bought my store Barefoot Contessa.
Ina Garten
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It is what makes us human, what distinguishes us from other animals. We can be aware of being aware.
Jon Kabat-Zinn
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I read nonfiction almost exclusively – both for research and also for pleasure. When I read fiction, it's almost always in the thriller genre, and it needs to rivet me in the opening few chapters.
Dan Brown
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'Ponyets! They sent you?' 'Pure chance,' said Ponyets, bitterly, 'or the work of my own personal malevolent demon.'
Isaac Asimov
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And we’ll work to strengthen families by removing the financial deterrents to marriage for low-income couples, and do more to encourage fatherhood - because what makes you a man isn’t the ability to conceive a child; it’s having the courage to raise one.
Barack Obama
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The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpended the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a fingerprint of a shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside.
Virginia Woolf
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When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.
William Butler Yeats