Victor Hugo Quotes
We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.
Victor Hugo
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How does the GOP repeal and replace Obamacare without cutting the benefits upon which millions of Americans have come to rely?
Pat Buchanan
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My father died when I was 14, and my mother juggled two jobs so she could make sure my sister and I were OK.
Irina Shayk
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Thoughts crystallize into habit and habit solidifies into circumstances.
Bryan Adams
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I terribly miss - we all miss, I think - somebody like the great producer Irving Thalberg. He had a foot in both camps: He understood us creative people. And he understood the money people.
Kevin Spacey
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Food cannot take care of spiritual, psychological and emotional problems, but the feeling of being loved and cared for, the actual comfort of the beauty and flavour of food, the increase of blood sugar and physical well-being, help one to go on during the next hours better equipped to meet the problems (p. 124).
Edith Schaeffer
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We are apt to say that a foreign policy is successful only when the country, or at any rate the governing class, is united behind it. In reality, every line of policy is repudiated by a section, often by an influential section, of the country concerned. A foreign minister who waited until everyone agreed with him would have no foreign policy at all.
A. J. P. Taylor
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The message of love and compassion will travel far and wide if all who follow a spiritual path work together in harmony and mutual respect.
Dalai Lama
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I could type in a closet and be fine. It's just a matter of cocooning myself. Just me and the story.
Karin Slaughter
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When it comes to remaking my own films in the English language, I can only imagine that it is a very boring process, I wouldn't ever dream of it.
Park Chan-wook
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She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found plenty of entertaiment in listening to the larks singing far and near; and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my pet, and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom, as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creautre, and an angel in those those days. It is a pity she could not stay content.
Emily Bronte
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We are given up to those gods, those monsters, those giants, — our thoughts.
Victor Hugo
