Bernard of Clairvaux Quotes
True penance consists in regretting without ceasing the faults of the past, and in firmly resolving to never again commit that which is so deplorable.
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As an actor, I still don't really know exactly what I am doing most of the time.
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What we've said to the girls is: 'If you guys ever decide that you're going to get a tattoo, then mommy and me will get the exact same tattoo, in the same place.' And we'll go on YouTube and show it off as a family tattoo.
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There's only one difference between Jews and Catholics. Jews are born with guilt, and Catholics have to go to school to learn it.
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People know I was the last true champion.
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What good can come from meeting death with tears? If a man Is sorry for himself, he doubles death.
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The days of my youth, as I look back on them, seem to fly away from me in a flurry of pale repetitive scraps like those morning snow storms of used tissue paper that a train passenger sees whirling in the wake of the observation car.
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Both thought and feeling are determinants of conduct, and the same conduct may be determined either by feeling or by thought.
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When two forces unite, their efficiency double.
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Therefore to the same natural effects we must, as far as possible, assign the same causes.
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It is more shameful to distrust our friends than to be deceived by them.
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A definite forgiveness would mean a definite recognition of our strength.
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When your enemy is doing something wrong, do not interrupt him.
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Creation is a knack which is empowered by practice, and like almost any skill, it is lost if you don't practice it.
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I think Hillary Clinton deserves to have people vouch for her other than members of the Democratic National Committee.
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It is not attention that the child is seeking, but love.
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Women have always ruled my life, be it my mother, my wife, my assistant, or my daughter, so I don't really fight with them. I relinquished control years ago.
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Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it! My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there!
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Not to alter one's faults is to be faulty indeed.
