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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Finding a good band is Iike finding a good wife. You got to keep trying till you find the right one.
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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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When I was single, I was down to $100 of power a year.
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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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If you don't drive your business, you will be driven out of business.
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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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My wife and I had been to the genetic counselor; my wife is not Jewish - she's the shiksha goddess type - and was negative for everything. But I was positive. I carried the gene for three genetic disorders, which, if she had been positive for, we would have passed down to the child.
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The reign of the tyrant ends with his death, and the reign of the martyr starts with it.
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I've always felt like an artistic person. I can't draw or paint or sculpt. I never really had technical skills, but I've always felt like I appreciate really beautiful things, and part of taking a good photograph is being able to recognize beauty.
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Things change; your priorities change in life. So I'd never think of riding 100 miles on Christmas Day now, because I've got two kids, and it's selfish.
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No--when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life. (Nick, page 156)
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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.
