Ziad K. Abdelnour Quotes
Never explain yourself to anyone. The person who likes you will not need it. The person who dislikes it will not believe it.
Ziad K. Abdelnour
Quotes to Explore
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Punk is always something that's going to be with us and to try and explain that would be stupid at this point.
Billie Joe Armstrong
Green Day
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It should be possible to explain the laws of physics to a barmaid.
Albert Einstein
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The number of natural hypothesis that can explain any given phenomena is infinite.
Albert Einstein
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Science is the language of the temporal world; love is that of the spiritual world. Man, indeed, describes more than he explains; while the angelic spirit sees and understands. Science saddens man; love enraptures the angel; science is still seeking; love has found.
Honore de Balzac
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An idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.
Charles Dickens
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Well, as anyone who actually writes knows, if you sit down and are prepared, then the ideas come. There's a lot of different ways people explain that, but, you know, I find that if I sit down and I prepare myself, generally things get done.
Nick Cave
The Birthday Party
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The happy do not believe in miracles.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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You have eternity in which to explain and only one night to be a martyr in the amphitheater Get out, darling, and let me see the lions eat you.
Margaret Mitchell
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I do not believe that any peacock envies another peacock his tail, because every peacock is persuaded that his own tail is the finest in the world. The consequence of this is that peacocks are peaceable birds.
John Ruskin
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Stardust is the hardest thing to hold out for. You must make of yourself a perfect plane - something still upon which something settles - something like sugar grains on something like metal, but with none of the chill. It’s hard to explain.
Kay Ryan
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Never explain yourself. Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it.
Ziad Abdelnour
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Wrrite, wrrite, Lapochka, why you don’t wrrite?” and assure me that a horse, even with four legs, stumbles. I found it difficult to explain to her what I was writing. “It’s about Colley Cibber,” I said. “He was an actor, playwright and poet.” “Also poet?” Varya asked suspiciously. “Who he? Pushkin?”
Bel Kaufman
