Barbara Hamby Quotes
Cynie Cory roams the outer reaches of the heart’s territory, from the snowy winter of family life to the tropical jungles of love. She wears her heart on her sleeve and it is as big as the country she writes about. Is she the quintessential American girl? You bet she is, part Annie Oakley, part Emily Dickinson – harpshooting poet of wild nights. She zooms in on the detritus of love – the broken fragments, the fallen leaves – and puts together a collage that is as heartbreaking as it is beautiful. Watch out – she’s driving down your street.
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I don't want to come off like the jealous brother who wasn't getting the attention, but it was like no one was really into me anyway. I wasn't really a priority.
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Picking up a guitar brought a lot of balance into my life.
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The reasons asthma doesn't affect my work or play is that I had accurate diagnostics and follow treatment regimens closely. It's when someone thinks they're fine and that they don't need help that they usually get in trouble.
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I think it's less common in France that a man at the age of 50 buys a Porsche and gets a young girlfriend.
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I could sum up the future in one word, and that word is 'boring.' The future is going to be boring.
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I've always been an underdog. I feel like I beat the odds.
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Children who have an education grow up to lead healthier lives - earn higher income, take better care of their families, contribute to their economies.
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Memories are thoughts that arise. They're not realities. Only when you believe that they are real, then they have the power over you. But when you realize it's just another thought arising about the past, then you can have a spacious relationship with that thought. The thought no longer has you in its grip.
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I'm ready for a different America.
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I knew I wanted considerable education so that I wouldn't have to work as hard as my parents.
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Honesty and loyalty are key. If two people can be honest with each other about everything, that's probably the biggest key to success.
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I remember auditioning for record labels and having them tell me, 'Well, the country-radio demographic is the thirty-five-year-old female housewife. Give us a song that relates to the thirty-five-year-old female, and we'll talk.'
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I will keep smiling, be positive and never give up! I will give 100 percent each time I play. These are always my goals and my attitude.
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The year I turned 16, I spent the weeks before Christmas dropping hints to my parents about how much I wanted - no, needed - my own transportation.
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MWA and The Author's Guild refused to accept me as a member.
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People who work in financial services don't have one shred of concern about the well-being of the people they serve. They're only interested in themselves.
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I talk to myself quite a lot, and when things get stressful, I just tell myself to breathe.
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Dylan doesn't have to make Blonde On Blonde every time.
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Your employees have lots of opinions about everything - your strategy and vision; the state of the competition; the quality of your products; the vibe in the workplace. There are tons of things you can learn from them.
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In contrast with the law, which imposed giving as a divine requirement, Christian giving is voluntary, and a test of sincerity and love.
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There's no way I can represent for everyone. I can't represent for all women or all big women or all black women. It's important for people not to make celebrities their source of who they should be in life. I can't take on the pressure of being perfect. Nobody is.
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I don't want to just be fully rapping my whole life.
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We must see that we are afraid of the thing we most desire, and so we live a mediocre life, never bringing to consummation the primary impulse of our heart.
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Cynie Cory roams the outer reaches of the heart’s territory, from the snowy winter of family life to the tropical jungles of love. She wears her heart on her sleeve and it is as big as the country she writes about. Is she the quintessential American girl? You bet she is, part Annie Oakley, part Emily Dickinson – harpshooting poet of wild nights. She zooms in on the detritus of love – the broken fragments, the fallen leaves – and puts together a collage that is as heartbreaking as it is beautiful. Watch out – she’s driving down your street.
