Elena Ferrante Quotes
I gave in continuously, with painful pleasure, to waves of unhappiness.
Elena Ferrante
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We here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain - that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom - and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Abraham Lincoln
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I believe that history has shape, order, and meaning; that exceptional men, as much as economic forces, produce change; and that passe abstractions like beauty, nobility, and greatness have a shifting but continuing validity.
Camille Paglia
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Woody Allen sets are very quiet. Extraordinary sense of power from a man who doesn't do anything except just stand there.
F. Murray Abraham
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I've seen a big shift, especially in my classroom, with women standing up and demanding respect. That's in every woman, whether 16, 26, 56.
P. C. Cast
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I'm not afraid to eat breakfast at three in the morning. As a kid, I used to go to bed at 8 P.M., wake up at 1 A.M. when my grandma would cook me breakfast, and then I'd pass out again.
Taylor Hicks
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I didn't get any crazy sponsors. I don't have any extra sponsors since I got the belt.
Rafael dos Anjos
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It is the Holy Spirit who inspired the Bible. It is the Holy Spirit who illumines the Bible.
R. C. Sproul
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There is no evil in human affairs that has not some good mingled with it. [It., Non e male alcuno nelle cose umane che non abbia congiunto seco qualche bene.]
Francesco Guicciardini
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Shirley MacLaine said, You're so funny, then gave me a hug. Everything went white. I couldn't hear, I couldn't see. I thought I was going to pass out.
Lisa Kudrow
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Thank you for loving me
For being my eyes
When I couldn't see
For parting my lips
When I couldn?t breathe
Thank you for loving me
Jon Bon Jovi
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The history of women is the history of the worst form of tyranny the world has ever known. The tyranny of the weak over the strong. It is the only tyranny that lasts.
Oscar Wilde
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The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which.
William Shakespeare