Nick Cave Quotes
And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees...
Nick Cave
The Birthday Party
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With the past, I have nothing to do; nor with the future. I live now.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
For most of my career, I've played roles that were written for other actresses.
Victoria Abril
I've got quite a good poker face. I'm known for being able to keep my emotions very much in check: no one knows how I'm feeling. I can be winning or losing but keep it very much the same.
Rajiv Ouseph
If you look at the very best presidents, the most effective presidents, they were always decent salespeople. Ronald Reagan was an extremely effective salesman, very tuned to the people he was selling to, very clear in what he was selling, very resilient and buoyant.
Dan Pink
As a writer, one is obliged to release her words, to let them live in the world on their own.
Taiye Selasi
Mind is everything. Muscle - pieces of rubber. All that I am, I am because of my mind.
Paavo Nurmi
Happy he who like Ulysses has made a great journey.
Joachim du Bellay
Our desire for beauty is likely to outlast its object because, as Kant once observed, unlike all other pleasures, the pleasure we take in beauty is inexhaustible. No matter how long beautiful things endure, they cannot out-endure our longing for them.
Elaine Scarry
As historians, we spend days in archives, gazing at account books. We train would-be historians in the arts of deciphering letters and documents, early Latin, scribal handwriting, medieval French.
Kate Williams
And I wish that I was made of stone So that I would not have to see A beauty impossible to define A beauty impossible to believe A beauty impossible to endure The blood imparted in little sips The smell of you still on my hands As I bring the cup up to my lips No God up in the sky No devil beneath the sea Could do the job that you did, baby Of bringing me to my knees...
Nick Cave
The Birthday Party