William Wordsworth Quotes
Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.
William Wordsworth
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Well, I'm trilingual myself. I am, I know how to speak Spanish, English, obviously, and I speak pretty good Ebonics.
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At the lowest cognitive level, they are processes of experiencing, or, to speak more generally, processes of intuiting that grasp the object in the original.
Edmund Husserl
The reason that the all-American boy prefers beauty to brains is that he can see better than he can think.
Farrah Fawcett
I wasn't trained to be in front of a camera, so there were a lot of challenges at first. But I didn't want to be fake.
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Frankly, we actresses are so much in a hurry. We feel we have very few years to shine in our career, so we neglect our personal life. But for me, both aspects are equally important. I don't want to grow old and have regrets.
Kareena Kapoor Khan
The key to fashion is, you don't want to look like you're trying. You've gotta be natural.
Hakeem Olajuwon
A lot of times, movies that are in the top 10 lists or maybe even win Baftas or Oscars, you then watch them a year later and you go, 'Maybe it wasn't so great.'
Viggo Mortensen
As a young teenager I looked desperately for things to read that might excuse me or assure me I wasn't the only one, that might confirm an identity I was unhappily piecing together.
Edmund White
I had the most reversed education possible. Every parent wants their son to be a businessman, respectable - me, it was the opposite. When I had an artist career my mum was like, 'Oh finally, I'm proud of you!'
David Guetta
I don't know if I thrive in normal life.
Kathryn Bigelow
Gods induction, life's construction, these instruct will save every living thing. Can't you see that life's connected?
Stevie Wonder
Oh, blank confusion! true epitome Of what the mighty City is herself, To thousands upon thousands of her sons, Living amid the same perpetual whirl Of trivial objects, melted and reduced To one identity.
William Wordsworth
