Edwin Percy Whipple Quotes
Heroism is no extempore work of transient impulse--a rocket rushing fretfully up to disturb the darkness by which, after a moment's insulting radiance, it is ruthlessly swallowed up,--but a steady fire, which darts forth tongues of flame. It is no sparkling epigram of action, but a luminous epic of character.
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Jazz is smooth and cool. Jazz is rage. Jazz flows like water. Jazz never seems to begin or end. Jazz isn't methodical, but jazz isn't messy either. Jazz is a conversation, a give and take. Jazz is the connection and communication between musicians. Jazz is abandon.
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I am tired of women playing action heroes like men, because they are not men. But sometimes they are written like men.
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I love being a woman and I was not one of these women who rose through professional life by wearing men's clothes or looking masculine. I loved wearing bright colors and being who I am.
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It's lovely to be considered pretty and lovely to do photo shoots, and I just love fashion. But I'm proud that I did the characters I wanted to do.
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I thought marriage was something very quiet and very regular and very bourgeois.
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The pace of innovation may slow down or speed up depending on the appetite in the public markets, but the constant progress of technology doesn't really ever stop. There's always opportunities for new ideas and creative people to go build great things. I'm always interested in learning about those kinds of opportunities.
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I did every job under the sun from bartending to ushering to temping.
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Photography is an accident.
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I am not a Ph.D. in economics or a doctorate in literature that I can afford to take my singing lightly. Even if I sing a jingle, I take it as seriously as oxygen.
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After the events of the 20th century, God, quite reasonably, left Europe. But He's still here in the United States.
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I'm lucky to come from a very musical family. If you put a record on and turn the volume up, there's a pretty good chance you'll have a lot of people dancing very quickly.
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I get really tired of hearing of all these old rockers whine and complain about how hard life on the road can be. Just stop if you don't like it. I don't think of it as work. I love it all.
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I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.
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Every year we celebrate the holy season of Advent, O God. Every year we pray those beautiful prayers of longing and waiting, and sing those lovely songs of hope and promise.
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If most women are looking for security, I think men look for adventure.
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That I am today the face of Louis Vuitton almost seems like a twist of fate. You dream back to front, wanting the rewards before putting the work in. And then you work, get on with life, and just sometimes these childhood dreams have a way of catching up with you. This is a true privilege for which I am eternally grateful.
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One can only imagine how Iranians or Afghans would deal with unelected judges moving to de-Islamicize their nations.
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Here is the difference between Dante, Milton, and me. They wrote about hell and never saw the place. I wrote about Chicago after looking the town over for years and years.
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That is the core of Trump. He is undoubtedly an idiot, but do not underestimate how good he is at that.
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My thighs have been involved in many accidents,And now I can't get insured,And I don't need to be lured by you.My cunt is built like a wound that won't heal,And now you don't have to askBecause you know how I feel.
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His act may start out slow, but it tapers off.
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The meeting between Boris Yeltsin and Jiang Zemin took place in a very warm and friendly atmosphere, ... Our relations are now at a peak and that meets the interests of both nations as well as the interests of regional and international stability.
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Damita Jo. Jo. That's my middle name. It's let in about the different characters that live within me. They say we have 200 characters that we portray with different people.
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Heroism is no extempore work of transient impulse--a rocket rushing fretfully up to disturb the darkness by which, after a moment's insulting radiance, it is ruthlessly swallowed up,--but a steady fire, which darts forth tongues of flame. It is no sparkling epigram of action, but a luminous epic of character.
