Barbara Hurd Quotes
In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities. There is magic in this moist world, in how the mind lets go, slips into sleepy water, circles and nuzzles the banks of palmetto and wild iris, how it seeps across dreams, smears them into the upright world, rots the wood of treasure chests, welcomes the body home.
Barbara Hurd
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The perfect normal person is rare in our civilization.
Karen Horney
All achievements, all earned riches, have their beginning in an idea.
Napoleon Hill
He that struggles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
Edmund Burke
I am from Karnal, India.
Kalpana Chawla
I don't think it's ever changed, whether its Frank Sinatra, Glenn Miller, Zeppelin, Guns n' Roses or anyone today, the reason why you get into music is because you love it, and if you're good at it, that's a plus.
Zakk Wylde
Black Label Society
I am ashamed to run against a lady. It's demeaning, very degrading. I have always refused to argue with a lady.
Ferdinand Marcos
The most important, overriding arc of my career has been that I would never be self-deprecating.
Sandra Bernhard
I want to be a female artist who is honest. I want to encourage other girls to be honest with who they are and not try to be picture perfect, because it's a woman's imperfections that make her perfect anyway.
Tali Lennox
I get the feeling that people from outside the world of contemporary art see it as deserving of mockery, in an emperor's-new-clothes sort of way. I think that's not right and that it's just because they don't understand the discourse. The art world is filled with vibrancy.
Rachel Kushner
I grew up with reggae music.
Youssou N'Dour
I'm one of those people, when I see a film, I believe it to be true. You know, sort of the authenticity of the camera and seeing things on a screen.
Eddie Redmayne
In a swamp, as in meditation, you begin to glimpse how elusive, how inherently insubstantial, how fleeting our thoughts are, our identities. There is magic in this moist world, in how the mind lets go, slips into sleepy water, circles and nuzzles the banks of palmetto and wild iris, how it seeps across dreams, smears them into the upright world, rots the wood of treasure chests, welcomes the body home.
Barbara Hurd
