Elena Ferrante Quotes
She spoke with a different sort of determination, calmer, as if it were no longer necessary to fight to the death for every little thing.
Elena Ferrante
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We are all made of air There's stars in my eyes and there's sun in my hair And I'm runnin' away, it makes me feel better
Zooey Deschanel
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John and I felt that we were like people in an H. G. Wells story. Two people who are walking so fast that nobody else can see them.
Yoko Ono
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The world is now rapidly advancing in light, in knowledge, in power to use the infinite gifts that the Creator has hidden in nature; but hidden only to stimulate and reward our seeking. Every man can help in this grand progress,-if not by research and positive thought-power, at least by grateful acceptance and realization of what is gained. Look forward!
Elisha Gray
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I'm telling you right now, we're going to write fairer rules for the middle class and we are going to raise taxes on the middle class!
Hillary Clinton
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The search for knowledge is a long and difficult task.
Fabiola Gianotti
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But I think it's more that when you're young, you're invincible, you're immortal - or at least you think you are. The possibilities are limitless, you're inventing the future. Then you get older and suddenly you have a history. It's fixed. You can't change anything. I find that a bit disturbing, to be honest.
Damien Hirst
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For the past eight years, the right has been better at working the refs. Now the left is learning how to play the game.
Eric Alterman
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There was a whole, sprawling world underneath us, filled with ugly, vicious, beautiful people. The line between the two places was thin, hardly a separation, and both ran on pain and blood and fear and death and joy and music.
But for now, the sunset was enough.
Brenna Yovanoff
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That's kind of like how jazz is sometimes. You're out there predicting the future, and no one believes you.
Branford Marsalis
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She spoke with a different sort of determination, calmer, as if it were no longer necessary to fight to the death for every little thing.
Elena Ferrante