Elena Ferrante Quotes
Maybe, I thought, I’ve given too much weight to the cultivated use of reason, to good reading, to well controlled language, to political affiliation; maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same; maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.
Elena Ferrante
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At first, I didn't know what an actor was. I thought it was an acrobat. I saw acrobats at the circus, and I thought that was interesting. In my head, that was what I imagined I wanted to be when I grew up. Then I realized what an actor was, and I've gravitated to it ever since.
Finn Jones
Great songwriting will never die - it's in the DNA of music - but what's new and exciting is pairing that with new sounds that technology is enabling us to make.
Flume
Man is alone in the world, in tremendous eternal isolation. He has no object outside himself; lives for nothing else; he is far removed from being the slave of his wishes, of his abilities, of his necessities; he stands far above social ethics; he is alone. Thus he becomes one and all.
Otto Weininger
Talk to him of Jacob's ladder, and he would ask the number of the steps.
Douglas William Jerrold
Specialization is the goal of civilization.
Frederik Pohl
In knowing how to overcome little things, a centimeter at a time, gradually when bigger things come, you're prepared.
Katherine Dunham
The only time he cries is if he’s hungry. We all have nipples. I don’t care who I offend; my baby wants to eat. If I can’t get a cover over me quick enough, so be it.
Selma Blair
My dear, did you ever stop to think what a wonderful bunker you would make?
Walter Hagen
I remember being in tears at the hospital after Chloe was born, at the thought that someday she would have to leave home.
Candice Bergen
Our elite is primarily and increasingly managerial. A managerial elite manages. A crisis, unfortunately, requires thought. Thought is not a management function.
John Ralston Saul
Maybe, I thought, I’ve given too much weight to the cultivated use of reason, to good reading, to well controlled language, to political affiliation; maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same; maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.
Elena Ferrante
