William Robertson Smith Quotes
That the God-man died for his people, and that His death is their life, is an idea which was in some degree foreshadowed by the older mystical sacrifices.
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Fashion and interior design are one and the same.
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Experience is a legitimate issue when John McCain raises it about Obama, and it's also legitimate for us to raise it about Palin.
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When I'm out on the stage, it gives me this rush and anything that's on my mind and everything I'm going through is forgotten about.
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Money brings a lot of responsibility as to what you're going to do with it, and I've given quite a bit of thought to that.
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The true character of ministry is a servants heart.
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The orthogonal features, when combined, can explode into complexity.
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There's nothing called a perfect pick-up line. Men always have to face the risk of rejection.
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If you saw pictures of me as a kid, you'd laugh because I was always in football kit.
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I don't like cooking just for myself; I enjoy feeding other people, particularly outdoors.
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I needed to purge myself of all the attention my parents had given me – I wasn't neglected enough as a child.
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I have cut four albums so far, and all of them have been trendsetters and commercially successful. I believe that once you start taking art in commercial terms, it ceases to be art.
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I was very pleased, obviously, to have outsold such great writers. But I'm not insane - I do realize that I am a popular writer who people buy to take on vacation.
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Wait long enough, and people will surprise and impress you.
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We fail to see that we can control our destiny; make ourselves do whatever is possible; make ourselves become whatever we long to be.
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Every industry has slack times, and everyone has bad days at work.
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We take a lot for granted as second wave feminists, what our mothers and aunts did for us.
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The one self-knowledge worth having is to know one's own mind.
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I don't date my girlfriend because she's a model. I date her because I love her.
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I write my music.
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My nerves fell apart before I saw the front this time, the decaying corpses and piercing wire; for a while, they made me harmless, locking me up in order to undertake a special diagnosis of whatever military ability I might still have. The nerves, every last fiber, repugnance, repulsion!
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My mother accidentally gave me food poisoning. She fed me baby carrots for a snack before Christmas dinner - but they had expired in June! I threw up for the next 24 hours.
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I believe the poet shouldn't be in the poem at all except as a lens or as ears.
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That the God-man died for his people, and that His death is their life, is an idea which was in some degree foreshadowed by the older mystical sacrifices.
