Elena Ferrante Quotes
We were twelve years old, but we walked along the hot streets of the neighborhood, amid the dust and flies that the occasional old trucks stirred up as they passed, like two old ladies taking the measure of lives of disappointment, clinging tightly to each other. No one understood us, only we two—I thought—understood one another.
Elena Ferrante
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I express myself the way I want. Sometimes, I know, I do put up posts that might be insensitive, but I am not someone who deletes a post. If my posts end up hurting people, I don't have any qualms apologising, and I have done that in the past.
Karan Patel
Childhood nutrition and healthy eating is a cause that is extremely close to my heart.
Marcus Samuelsson
With 'Captain America,' you might have three lines of dialogue the whole day. And there are just a million angles and a million set-ups, and it's tedious.
Chris Evans
Usually a life turned into a poem is misrepresented.
Mark Strand
I've been banking my holidays, which means I take time off later in the year. It makes it a lot easier to fit filming in; it can be quite challenging to study and film at the same time.
Bindi Irwin
I think that public service is tough on a family - no ifs, ands, buts about it. I have my own personal wishes, but they're not always front and center.
Maria Shriver
People tell me it was a great left hook, but I wouldn't know. I never saw it
Gene Fullmer
Yeah, I probably got in too much trouble as a youth to be a politician.
Michael Kelly
In scientific thought, the concept functions all the better for being cut off from all background images. In its full exercise, the scientific concept is free from all the delays of its genetic evolution, an evolution which is consequently explained by simple psychology. The virility of knowledge increases with each conquest of the constructive abstraction.
Gaston Bachelard
By any measure, NBC is a corporation.
Ted Cruz
A person is ruined by taking the measure of other persons.
Gautama Buddha
We were twelve years old, but we walked along the hot streets of the neighborhood, amid the dust and flies that the occasional old trucks stirred up as they passed, like two old ladies taking the measure of lives of disappointment, clinging tightly to each other. No one understood us, only we two—I thought—understood one another.
Elena Ferrante
