Rene Char Quotes
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.
Rene Char
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A healthy economics has got to have both conceptual, theoretical research and applied, empirical research.
Edmund Phelps
Stillness of person and steadiness of features are signal marks of good breeding.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
Humans are insane. We kill our own people, starve our own people, sell them, work them to death, beat them, don't give them affordable/free/good healthcare, and let them live in misery, while a few of us have - we have all we want. We are evil.
Faith Hunter
You can almost judge how screwed up somebody is by the kind of toilet paper they use. Go in any rich house and it's some weird coloured embossed stuff.
Captain Beefheart
Who has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood?
Carl Jung
Private education can give you confidence, which is marvellous; a sense of entitlement isn't.
Eddie Marsan
It used to be that a son could look at the father, and pretty much know what life was gonna be like as an adult. There was confidence in that, and comfort in that, and frustration also.
Clancy Brown
There's no easier way to cure foolishness than to give a man leave to be foolish. And the only way to show a fellow that he's chosen the wrong business is to let him try it.
George Horace Lorimer
But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
I did TV for a bit, and somewhere along the line, I started writing a column for 'The Independent' newspaper in England, and now I write features for 'British Vogue.'
Alexa Chung
Amid the cheering of the crowds, he hardly heard his master's voice, but he saw the familiar head and shoulders, and the bright flag he was waving. He raced toward the seven-foot fence; without apparent effort he rose in the air and cleared the top with a good hand-breadth to spare; then dashed up to his master that he loved, and gamboled there and licked his hand in heart-full joy. Again the victor's crown was his, and the master, a man of dogs, caressed the head of shining black with the jewel eyes of gold.
Ernest Thompson Seton
How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.
Rene Char