Billy Mills (Tamakoce Te'Hila) Quotes
Your life is a gift from the Creator. Your gift back to the Creator is what you do with your life.
Quotes to Explore
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My mother passed when I was in the third grade, my father when I was in the seventh, and that's when I was shipped to Los Angeles to live with an aunt.
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If you want to write for T.V. and movies, you will be subjected to kind and unkind criticism. You had better get used to it and develop a shell.
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Life's too short to drink bad wine or smoke poor cigars.
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Souness critics must eat humble pie as he transforms Newcastle.
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Did I love what I was doing, or did I love myself in doing it?
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Thrust the sword into the dark
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Every time we keep a child from smoking, we improve public health.
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If any chef ever tells you they're not inspired equally by the truck-stop barbecue as they are by the four-star Michelin restaurant they are lying.
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Hitler was never a socialist.
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I've picked up a great appetite for pastrami on rye and a nice cream soda. It is fantastic. So I have to be careful or I'm going to just get really fat.
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One has to realize that the powerful industrial groups concerned in the manufacture of arms are doing their best in all countries to prevent the peaceful settlement of international disputes, and that rulers can achieve this great end only if they are sure of the vigorous support of the majority of their peoples.
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'He who seeks may easily get lost himself. It is a crime to go apart and be alone.' Thus speaks the herd.
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She looked back as well as she could; but it was all confusion. She had taken up the idea, she supposed and made everything bend to it.
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I love trying to forge a contract between creator and audience in which we are able to meet halfway, each injecting a part of our own experiences into a story that's being told.
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Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists. - "Indian Boy Love Song #1
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Your life is a gift from the Creator. Your gift back to the Creator is what you do with your life.
