Wladyslaw Stanislaw Reymont Quotes
An irresistible fascination with terrifying death killed me ahead of time.
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Baseball been berry berry good to me!
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No suspicion of foul play at this time.
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Stay out of the spotlight. It fades your suit.
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...the Indian public are weighed down by their problems, and becoming rather insular in their outlook because of their preoccupation with their own problems. We have to rouse them and make them conscious that we can progress only as a part of the world and as a part of Asia.
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People will know you’re serious when you produce.
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Image and appearance tell you little. The inside is bigger than the outside when you have the eyes to see.
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As soon as one point alone is removed from the sphere of dogmatic certainty, the discussion will not simply result in a new and better formulation which will have greater consistency but may easily lead to endless debates and general confusion.
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If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
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Thou seest I have more flesh than another man, and therefore more frailty.
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I consider lace to be one of the prettiest imitations ever made of the fantasy of nature.
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Tell a scoundrel, three or four times a day, that he is the pink of probity, and you make him at least the perfection of "respectability" in good earnest. On the other hand, accuse an honorable man, too petinaciously, of being a villain, and you fill him with a perverse ambition to show you that you are not altogether in the wrong.
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I'm still proud of what I've done, even if it hasn't been the biggest song on the radio or hasn't gone to number one.
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That is the best long-term job protection we can offer all of our employees.
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There is an Irish way of paying compliments as though they were irresistible truths which makes what would otherwise be an impertinence delightful.
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That evening, I played piano for ten thousand barely-out-of-their-teens boys who filled the Kabul stadium. Boys with pimples and crew cuts in oversized military uniforms, holding on to their toy guns. Toy guns that killed. I played as if there was no tomorrow. Because for many of them there wouldn’t be, other than inside a coffin draped with a Soviet flag.
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An irresistible fascination with terrifying death killed me ahead of time.
