Graham Coxon Quotes
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My mom tells me the first show we saw was 'The Secret Garden,' but I don't remember that.
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I'd better make hay while the sun shines.
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Establish who you are, and don't let anybody dress you up or change the way you are, and stay true to yourself.
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I'm aware that, from the outside, this looks like I've got quite an ego.
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No unborn baby has ever had the right to choose or deny its own destruction.
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I didn't mean to turn you on.
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How come "fat chance" and "slim chance" mean the same thing?
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You have only to begin, Lir. Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can’t expect the world to be better than we make it.
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Last year set a new kind of standard, ... I think it does influence, especially when you consider how few people turn out to vote.
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Nature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.
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Justification is the truly dramatic transition from the status of a condemned criminal awaiting a terrible sentence to that of an heir awaiting a fabulous inheritance.
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The decision to relax rather than to grip, even in the face of impatience or fear, is a conscious and brave choice.
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The destination cannot be described; / You will know very little until you get there; / You will journey blind.
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The best thing for being sad, is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails ... Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn.
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O Allah do not give me in excess lest I may be disobedient.
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Our Lord has many weak children in his family, many dull pupils in his school, many raw soldiers in his army, many lame sheep in his flock. Yet he bears with them all, and casts none away. Happy is that Christian who has learned to do likewise with his brethren.
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Prayer and helplessness are inseparable. Only he who is helpless can truly pray. Your helplessness is your best. prayer.
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When a belief vanishes, there survives it -- more and more vigorously so as to cloak the absence of the power, now lost to us, of imparting reality to new things -- a fetishistic attachment to the old things which it did once animate, as if it was in them and not in ourselves that the divine spark resided, and as if our present incredulity had a contingent cause -- the death of the gods.
