Bettina Skrzypczak Quotes
In the germ, when the first trace of life begins to stir, music is the nurse of the soul; it murmurs in the ear, and the child sleeps; the tones are companions of his dreams- they are the world in which he lives.
Quotes to Explore
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Hip-hop is rich in musical allusion. It takes something that already existed, respects it, and reuses it.
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I write 'Broad City,' so I connect it to me.
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I go to Malawi twice a year. It's where two of my children were adopted from, and I have a lot of projects there that I go and check up on and children who I look after. It's sort of a commitment that I've made to this country and the hundreds of thousands of children there who have been orphaned by AIDS.
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We tend to talk about death as if it is losing a battle, but that assumes living is winning and dying is not.
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At times, some journalists see nothing in the people apart from an opportunity to make material gain. They see them as consumers to whom we sell commodities at huge profits that keep our bank accounts growing.
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The first part of my life, as a player, has ended but now I'm heading into an equally important part as a manager, hoping to do as well as I did on the field.
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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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The best advice I get is actually from my family and friends. That has been a huge resource I've come to rely on.
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I don't wanna be Courtney Love - I wanna be Kurt Cobain.
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There is a certain aesthetic pleasure in trying to imagine the unimaginable and failing, if you are a reader.
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In a way, publishing in 2005 was similar to publishing in 1950. Nobody kept blogs; that was still optional. I didn't even have a website then.
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I'm someone who sits at a computer eight hours a day, and I look in that pinhole camera at the top of my screen and think, 'Someone could be watching me.'
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All women have insecurities and bad times. What counts is how you overcome them.
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As we get older, we tend to think it is less OK to be vulnerable and to feel what we feel. It's kind of bull. We all still feel things pretty deeply. It just becomes less socially acceptable to express that.
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Coming from a middle class background, travel was always considered a luxury then, even if it meant going to a relative's place or a religious shrine.
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God blesses him who helps his brother.
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The overwhelming number of police officers in Chicago are doing good work under difficult conditions. They put their lives on the line every day in situations none of us can fully comprehend or appreciate.
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When I was younger, I was a rave kid trapped inside a singer/songwriter's body. But I kind of figured my way out because I started making these really terrible beats on this Yamaha keyboard that my parents got me for my 10th birthday.
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There were seven kids in our family. My mom had seven kids in 10 years. So you had to learn how to talk and think fast if you wanted to be heard.
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On the intimate level, anyone who has loved a companion animal knows the uniquely wonderful experience these 'other nations' provide, and their important presence in our shared lives. In their very local way they show us the global truth of our real wealth, our biodiversity.
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Lord, enlighten thou our enemies. Sharpen their wits, give acuteness to their perceptions, and consecutiveness and clearness to their reasoning powers: we are in danger from their folly, not from their wisdom; their weakness is what fills us with apprehension, not their strength.
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False history gets made all day, any day,the truth of the new is never on the newsFalse history gets written every day...The lesbian archaeologist watches herselfsifting her own life out from the shards she's piecing,asking the clay all questions but her own.
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We have to work together. We have to support each other. When we hear about a wonderful woman, we have to tell other women about her. Help her, prop her up. Give her what she needs. That's a big lesson.
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In the germ, when the first trace of life begins to stir, music is the nurse of the soul; it murmurs in the ear, and the child sleeps; the tones are companions of his dreams- they are the world in which he lives.
