W. G. Sebald Quotes
One has the impression that something is stirring inside [photographs] - it is as if one can hear little cries of despair, gémissements de désespoir... as if the photographs themselves had a memory and were remembering us and how we, the surviving, and those who preceded us, once were.
W. G. Sebald
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If there is anything besides the Self there is reason to fear? Who sees the second? First, the ego arises and sees objects as external. If the ego does not rise, the Self alone exists and there is no second.
Ramana Maharshi
Only a fool does not fear actors, but you can't beat them, and if you can't beat them, join them, as they say. As I've got older I've become very interested in that part of the work.
Lars von Trier
I'm not the type of person to have a schadenfreude.
Larry Wilmore
I'm pro-death penalty, but what I have not seen is anybody that would mock someone on death row.
Gary Bauer
I know of no single formula for success. But over the years I have observed that some attributes of leadership are universal and are often about finding ways of encouraging people to combine their efforts, their talents, their insights, their enthusiasm and their inspiration to work together.
Queen Elizabeth II
The only prejudice I've found anywhere in TV is in some advertising agencies, and there isn't so much prejudice as just fear.
Nat King Cole
Learning is the new skill. Imagination, creation and asking new questions are at its core.
Sugata Mitra
I tend to think that cricket is the greatest thing that God ever created on earth - certainly greater than sex, although sex isn't too bad either.
Harold Pinter
It pays in England to be a revolutionary and a bible-smacker most of one's life, and then come round.
Bosie
One time we played a concert in Antwerp, Belgium. At least I thought it was Antwerp, Belgium. Turns out it was a Stop 'n Shop in Wisconsin somewhere, but it was fun man.
Slash
Guns N' Roses
One has the impression that something is stirring inside [photographs] - it is as if one can hear little cries of despair, gémissements de désespoir... as if the photographs themselves had a memory and were remembering us and how we, the surviving, and those who preceded us, once were.
W. G. Sebald
