Elena Ferrante Quotes
She went like that saint who, although she still has her head on her shoulders, is carrying it in her hands, as if it had already been cut off.
Elena Ferrante
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I first saw the ocean as a kid. We would drive from Arizona in the summer and arrive as the sun was starting to come down over the hill near Laguna in southern California. We would always sing a song, and it was a big joyous family moment when we came over the hill.
Ted Danson
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Starting my career as a kid, I was doing what jobs I got.
Laura Dern
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He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.
Walter de La Mare
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I have known some quite good people who were unhappy, but never an interested person who was unhappy.
A. C. Benson
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Life is revealed as a place to contribute and we as contributors. Not because we have done a measurable amount of good, but because that is the story we tell.
Benjamin Zander
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I say to you: Make perfect your will. / I say: take no thought of the harvest, / But only of proper sowing.
T. S. Eliot
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The world over - 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me?'. And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me?'
Arthur Ashe
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When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.
Robin LaFevers
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I am a really bad traveler, I hate traveling and I hate being late so I figure if I could just click my fingers and be somewhere then that would be great!
Harry Melling
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She went like that saint who, although she still has her head on her shoulders, is carrying it in her hands, as if it had already been cut off.
Elena Ferrante