Elena Ferrante Quotes
When the baby emerged and I saw her, black-haired, a violet organism that, full of energy, writhed and wailed, I felt a physical pleasure so piercing that I still know no other pleasure that compares to it.
Elena Ferrante
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Ordinary Muslims in Europe, who suffer from the demoralisation caused by living as perennial objects of suspicion and contempt, are far from thinking of themselves as a politically powerful, or even cohesive, community, not to speak of conquerors of Europe.
Pankaj Mishra
The extras are a nice bonus feature, but the main incentive is the musical experience.
Aaron Neville
I think there's nothing that can drive you more than a huge dream or a huge challenge.
Laura Wilkinson
I just love music, and I absorbed what I love.
Valerie June
I am an avid runner, mainly on weekends.
Patrick Wilson
China's own recent history proves that when it opens itself, there is nothing its people cannot accomplish. A more open China will lead to a more prosperous and stable China. That's good for China, the United States and, indeed, the entire world.
Gary Locke
Everything you want to know about a fighter is in his eyes. The look in his eyes tells the truth.
Sugar Ray Leonard
Social Security not only helps Americans enjoy a secure retirement, it has also kept millions of Americans out of poverty.
Zoe Lofgren
Let us not be afraid to be humble, small, helpless to prove our love for God. The cup of water you give the sick, the way you lift a dying man, the way you feed a baby, the way you teach a dull child, the way you give medicine to a sufferer of leprosy, the joy with which you smile at your own at home - all this is God's love in the world today.
Mother Teresa
I was never part of that cliquey girl drama. Most of my friends were guys growing up, so I was never part of that whole toxic energy. It seemed like way too much hassle.
Aimee Teegarden
Pleasure and pain at once register upon the lover, inasmuch as the desirability of the love object derives, in part, from its lack. To whom is it lacking? To the lover. If we follow the trajectory of eros we consistently find it tracing out this same route: it moves out from the lover toward the beloved, then ricochets back to the lover himself and the hole in him, unnoticed before. Who is the subject of most love poems? Not the beloved. It is that hole.
Anne Carson
When the baby emerged and I saw her, black-haired, a violet organism that, full of energy, writhed and wailed, I felt a physical pleasure so piercing that I still know no other pleasure that compares to it.
Elena Ferrante
