Clinton Scollard Quotes
And from the phlox and mignonette. Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes, The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass, With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear, The passion of the hermit thrush.
Quotes to Explore
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It's one thing to get a letter from your kid at camp telling you he wants to come home. It's another to get a letter from a grown child saying they're coming back to live with you!
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For me, whenever I would see a lot of 'black films,' I didn't feel represented in it. I didn't feel connected to the characters or the situations or the humor.
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Temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows keener with constant use.
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Movies are a complicated collision of literature, theatre, music and all the visual arts.
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You learn who you really are in a fight - what you're really made of. You have to face yourself and rise above your own fears and failings.
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'Where is your million-dollar shirt?' I'm like, 'It's underneath these $25 Hanes T-shirts I've got on.'
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As a writer, I've always felt it's my job to be extremely careful when writing about victims, especially women.
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I grew up watching a lot of French cinema.
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Work is what saves you.
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We have an obligation and a responsibility to be investing in our students and our schools. We must make sure that people who have the grades, the desire and the will, but not the money, can still get the best education possible.
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Every so often, we - women in film and TV - get annoyed and frustrated. We kick up a fuss and make some gains. But then we become complacent, and things slide backwards again until the next generation comes up and gets frustrated again.
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Nothing that you do will ever feel good if you let people convince you that you have no choice.
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People have really strong images of what church is, and it's almost certainly not the same as mine.
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Cheney refers to his vice presidency... as one of the most consequential vice presidencies in American history. And it clearly was.
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Bobby Knight told me this: 'There is nothing that a good defense cannot beat a better offense.' In other words a good offense wins.
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Buttermilk's palate-cleansing tartness is one reason it's used a lot in southern India, where meals often end with a small bowl of the stuff served with plain rice and pickles.
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Working on 'Big Give' was an opportunity that I felt compelled to do. It was my chance to share in showing people how they can give big in their own life, to send the message that giving goes way beyond the gift of money. We want to share that the best thing you can give is your time and understanding.
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Everyone of my generation who preached free love is responsible for AIDS.
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All men naturally hate each other. We have used concupiscence as best we can to make it serve the common good, but this is mere sham and a false image of charity, for essentially it is just hate.
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It wasn't a deliberate decision to become a poet. It was something I found myself doing - and loving. Language became an addiction.
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There are clear and predictable consequences for the world if human beings continue to rape the earth and plunder its resources; to exploit, oppress, and dominate the weak and the poor for the sake of greed and the hunger for power; to depend on ever-rising levels of violence and ever more lethal instruments of death and destruction in order to secure positions of power and privilege.
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It is obvious that we can no more explain a passion to a person who has never experienced it than we can explain light to the blind.
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A man is entitled to only one great passion in a lifetime. Whether it’s music or a profession or a woman, everything else pales in its afterglow. The searing shock so changes one’s chemistry that if the object is lost, the experience can never be repeated. Only anticlimax remains.
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And from the phlox and mignonette. Rich attars drift on every hand; And when star-vestured twilight comes, The pale moths weave a saraband. And crickets in the aisles of grass, With their clear fifing pierce the hush; And somewhere you many hear anear, The passion of the hermit thrush.
