Edith Hahn Beer Quotes
You will wonder how it was possible for me to endure the same kind of “tomorrow the world” talk that had sent me running away from Hainburg. The answer is simply that I had run out of places to run away to. Surrounded by a population that had been completely sold on monstrous ideas, I simply retreated down, down, down, trying to live in imitation of the German writer Erich Kästner, whom I had always admired and who responded to the Nazi years with what was called “internal emigration.” The soul withdrew to a rational silence. The body remained there in the madness.
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You've just got to sing, do some kind of singing every day. Early mornings and cold weather can mess with that. I drink special teas with cayenne pepper, but I think you're psyching yourself out, really.
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I would love to get great performances from actors as a director, because that's what I'm always looking for, a director that's going to help me go places I've never been before.
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Ten people who speak make more noise than ten thousand who are silent.
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When people go through tragic circumstances, it's not that there is no love there, but it's so hard to deal with and sometimes the gap starts to happen.
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War used to be something you could stand on the nearby hill and watch. Now we have total war; everybody's in it. We have total economics as well. Everything affects everybody. The Malaysian currency shakes, and people around the world are seriously affected.
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Over the years to come, one thing is for certain: if the monarchy wishes to stay relevant and in power, it will have to change more.
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I was trying to be Mary Tyler Moore. I loved her in 'The Dick Van Dyke Show.'
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I'm not terribly confrontational, but I've gotten better at holding my ground.
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The greatness of art is not to find what is common but what is unique.
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'Battlestar' was 22 episodes - 9 to 10 months a year - and we were exhausted. You finish shooting, and the last thing you want to do is go back to work. You want those 3 months off because you're tired - it's a grueling shooting schedule.
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While anti-immigrant and anti-E.U. parties across Europe may not take power anywhere in 2017, theirs is now a permanent and growing presence, leeching away support from centrist parties left and right.
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My father is an anchor and my brother is as well.
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When I left Michigan and I came to New York, that was my goal, to be a professional dancer. And I sort of fell into singing by accident in a way.
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When you don't have any money, the problem is food. When you have money, it's sex. When you have both it's health, you worry about getting rupture or something. If everything is simply jake then you're frightened of death.
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Before creation Love was. After creation love is made. When love is consummated, creation will cease to be, and Love will be forever.
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One can insult an honest man or an honest woman, but to tell a thief that he is a thief is merely la constation d'un fait The establishing of a fact.
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I do not need your loving words or hurried kiss as night comes down in the place where we once lived innocent as children, and happier.
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I think I drift toward sad love songs.
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Two orders of mankind are the enemies of church and state; the king without clemency, and the holy man without learning.
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The advantage comes out of the capability of Indian engineers and the competitiveness of their capabilities and the cost at which they can create those capabilities.
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As someone who has experienced the isolating effects of hearing loss first-hand, I felt compelled to help educate others and encourage them to no longer suffer in silence and get help,
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I love my boys so much I fear my heart will explode. I wonder if this love will crack open my chest and split me in half. It is scary, this love.
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You will wonder how it was possible for me to endure the same kind of “tomorrow the world” talk that had sent me running away from Hainburg. The answer is simply that I had run out of places to run away to. Surrounded by a population that had been completely sold on monstrous ideas, I simply retreated down, down, down, trying to live in imitation of the German writer Erich Kästner, whom I had always admired and who responded to the Nazi years with what was called “internal emigration.” The soul withdrew to a rational silence. The body remained there in the madness.
