William Faulkner Quotes
You like orchids?... Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption.
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My name has become a brand - it could be make-up, clothing, perfume.
Carine Roitfeld
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I've been offered a lot of things that celebrities do that I wouldn't do, like perfumes, lines of clothing and this, that and the other.
Gloria Estefan Miami Sound Machine
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Because each book has its own special perfume.
Jack Gantos
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There are no pure styles of karate. Purity comes only when pure knuckles meet pure flesh, no matter who delivers or receives.
Ed Parker
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Sex is the mysticism of a materialistic society - in the beginning was the Flesh, and the Flesh became Word... [it has] its own mysteries - this is my birth [control] pill; swallow it in remembrance of me!
Malcolm Muggeridge
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It was in His flesh that Christ walked among us and it is His flesh that He has given us to eat for our salvation; but no one eats of this flesh without having first adored it . . . and not only do we not sin in thus adoring it, but we would be sinning if we did not do so.
Saint Augustine
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William Blake cursed the flesh for a clod, Yet of some of his sayings we Moderns have heard tell: 'The nakedness of woman is the work of God', Or that title--The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.
Allen Tate
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Daytime sleep is like the sin of the flesh; the more you have the more you want, and yet you feel unhappy, sated and unsated at the same time.
Umberto Eco
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Sins of the flesh are nothing. They are maladies for physicians to cure, if they should be cured. Sins of the soul alone are shameful.
Oscar Wilde
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I see that any materialism in life coarsens the soul, and that the hunger of the body and the appetites of the flesh desecrate always, and often destroy.
Oscar Wilde
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Prosperity is like perfume, it often makes the head ache.
Margaret Cavendish
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I'm wearing a new perfume that I should recommend to the women in the audience; it's called 'Tester.
Carol Leifer
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One wants to move through life with elegance and grace, blossoming infrequently but with exquisite taste, and perfect timing, like a rare bloom, a zebra orchid... One wants... But one so seldom gets what one wants, does one?
Tony Kushner
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When they eventually ran out of food, some but not all resorted to eating the flesh of those who'd died. This story has mythic power in large part as a testimony to what people are capable of when pushed to the extremes of human experience. Some become savages. Some become heroes.
James Houston
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There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart; he does not feel for man.
William Cowper
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I can love freedom and the flesh and blood of my people moreso than I do the money.
Muhammad Ali
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Dignity is like a perfume; those who use it are scarcely conscious of it.
Queen Christina
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Don't talk about it. The rose doesn't have to propagate its perfume. It just gives it forth, and people are drawn to it. Live it, and people will come to see the source of your power.
Mahatma Gandhi
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The entire party and country should hurl into the fire and break the neck of anyone who dared trample underfoot the sacred edict of the party on the defense of women's rights.
Enver Hoxha
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Music is the doorway that has led me to drawing, photography, and writing.
Layne Thomas Staley Alice in Chains
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We are soldiers who devote ourselves to arms not for the invasion of other countries, but for the defense of our own, not for the gratification of our private interests but for public security.
Nathanael Greene
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The United States should not frame its policy options in terms of doing nothing or unilaterally sending in the Marines.
Samantha Power
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The child who hates the parent becomes rigid – unable to let in love. He is so filled with shame that he feels that he cannot take in any further shame. He protects himself by making sure he is always “right.” Such a person often becomes controlling, shaming, and/or abusive.
Beverly Engel
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You like orchids?... Nasty things. Their flesh is too much like the flesh of men, their perfume has the rotten sweetness of corruption.
William Faulkner