Cathleen Falsani Quotes
My nun, which is how I think of her, was the most profound witness for God's love I've ever encountered in this world. She was a magnet for lost souls, a petite fortress of strength and unconditional love. What this sprightly, silly, lovely woman did from the obscurity of a faded convent in Rust Belt Chicago was to fulfill in a passionate, tireless way the supreme commandment of Jesus' gospel every day of her life.
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Whatever God or whatever higher power you believe in, they brought us to this earth in a perfect way, and you have to learn to love yourself. Otherwise, it's an exhausting way to be.
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It's interesting to have two totally unlikable characters as the love interests on a show.
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I try and take the commonplace - and some of it is writ large, like death - take the commonplace and make it universally resonant, revelatory, and beautiful at the same time.
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My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! - There 's a state for your old Lover to be in! - No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!
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I love being a mum, but it's much more intensive work than being an actress - going to work feels like you've got a day off. Not that I want a day off from being a mum; it's just perhaps I had this impression before that mums don't work. But they work more than anyone.
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There was a special challenge in describing the awful childhood of a person who happens to be my own husband. It was very painful at times, for both of us.
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I've always noted with some awe the reading habits of the Australian public. Australians read more newspapers and magazines per head of population than almost any other country in the world.
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Politics exist in the boardroom, as well.
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When I'm off the golf course, I feel the pressure, but I try to concentrate on the golf course.
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Cuba never had advisors in Vietnam. The military there knew very well how to conduct their war.
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I don't think you can beat your audience over the head with hard-hitting cartoons day after day after day.
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History develops, art stands still.
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I'm sort of a slob.
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The painter who draws merely by practice and by eye, without any reason, is like a mirror which copies every thing placed in front of it without being conscious of their existence.
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The men I worked for didn't look at me as having any gender at all. They regarded me more as a workhorse.
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To write fiction is to think that you're doing it wrong - that your work habits are inhibiting you; that you've chosen the wrong subject; that you've chosen the right subject, but that someone else has, unbeknownst to you, already written exactly the book you're laboring over.
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My heritage, many generations back, is Dutch and it was fun to go where nobody asked me how to pronounce my name.
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I know a little more about Kinsey than I know about sex because that is his subject not mine.
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When you see U2 or the Rolling Stones, after years of knowing each other, they don't have to look at each other to connect.
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If God had sufficient wisdom and power to construct such a beautiful world as this, then we must admit that his wisdom and power are immeasurably greater than that of man, and hence he is qualified to reign as king.
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If you're not pissed off with the World, you're just not paying attention.
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I'm not slim. I'm a curvy girl: I've got thighs and a bum. I don't mind baring the fact that I've got a bit of cellulite because everybody has. I find it off-putting when everybody on telly is the same size or looks the same build. For me, it's important for people to watch someone normal.
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The most important thing in games isn't the designer's narrative, but the story the player creates through his experiences.
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My nun, which is how I think of her, was the most profound witness for God's love I've ever encountered in this world. She was a magnet for lost souls, a petite fortress of strength and unconditional love. What this sprightly, silly, lovely woman did from the obscurity of a faded convent in Rust Belt Chicago was to fulfill in a passionate, tireless way the supreme commandment of Jesus' gospel every day of her life.
