Will Kimbrough Quotes
I think we are all of the same opinion that "wherever you go, there you are," and if you are constantly searching for paradise outside of yourself, you will miss what is in your own backyard.
Quotes to Explore
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The hand is the cutting edge of the mind.
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It sounds trite to go after men who are nice but when you've been hurt a lot it becomes appealing.
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A lot of times when you play... you get this adrenalin that blocks pain.
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I am happy that I have entertained people and made them happy.
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The man who has no money is poor, but one who has nothing but money is poorer. He only is rich who can enjoy without owning; he is poor who though he has millions is covetous.
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For nine years I worked to change what was hairdressing then into a geometric art form with color, perm without setting which had never been done before.
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Meditation is difficult for many people because their thoughts are always on some distant object or place. One form of meditation is to label the thought as it appears and then choose to let it go.
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The bad boy: always more fun.
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Man, I have had so much plastic surgery, I don't even recognize myself, sometimes. If I catch a glimpse in a window or something, I think it is someone else.
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Sometimes you have a poem that you really want to write and it never happens.
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Not a day has gone by in my life when I haven't thought about death.
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It's very important to feel foreign. I was born in England, but when I'm being a writer, everyone in England is foreign to me.
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Be well, do good work, and keep in touch.
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Life gets boring, someone invents another necessity, and once again we turn the crank on the screwjack of progress hoping that nobody gets screwed.
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There's a great and unutterable beauty in all this.
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We toast the Lisp programmer who pens his thoughts within nests of parentheses.
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Where do those golden rainbows end? Why is this song so sad? Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend Loving the love I love To love is just a word I've heard when things are being said Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold And in between what might have been and what has come to pass A misbegotten guess alas and bits of broken glass…
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You and I, travel to the beat of a different drum, can't you tell by the way I run, every time you make eyes at me.
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I think my mum is courageous.
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My hand is the extension of the thinking process - the creative process.
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Blink and you miss a sprint. The 10,000 meters is lap after lap of waiting. Theatrically, the mile is just the right length: beginning, middle, end, a story unfolding.
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I think we are all of the same opinion that "wherever you go, there you are," and if you are constantly searching for paradise outside of yourself, you will miss what is in your own backyard.
