Elena Ferrante Quotes
He had rid himself so fiercely of memory, language, the capacity to find meaning that it seemed obvious the hatred he had for himself, for his own skin, for his moods, for his thoughts and words, for the brutal corner of the world that had enveloped him.
Elena Ferrante
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I'm, I guess you could say, the Chinese-speaking, banjo-picking girl.
Abigail Washburn
My view is that innovation has declined in the everyday processes that businesses tinker with incrementally as they try to become more productive over time.
Edmund Phelps
My husband and I click wedding rings sometimes and say, 'By the power of the Castle of Greyskull!'
Tamora Pierce
What brought the British to the Gambia in the first place - which was bigger than it is now - was trade in ivory because the Gambia had a lot of elephants. They wiped out all the elephants and ended up selling Africans.
Yahya Jammeh
Catalan citizens are peaceful, European, and open-minded. We want to contribute to better international and European governance.
Carles Puigdemont
When you're 21, you think, 'Oh God, when I'm 36, oh God, that's nearly 40 and I'll look really old and wrinkly by then.' And actually, I quite like the way I look.
Kate Winslet
There is no other way to change something or someone for the better except to occupy it first. The only person you can occupy is yourself. That is why the only person who can change you for the better is you. Without your decision to change and your commitment to change, you will not change.
Gary Zukav
Kewell should have been yanked off the pitch at half time and put in a hot bath, a boiling hot bath.
Eamon Quotes
Well, of course I think people can be forgiven. But our justice system is not set up to dispense forgiveness. You can go to the local priest for that.
Nancy Grace
The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life, but that it bothers him less and less.
Vaclav Havel
It's easy to write one's memoirs when one has a terrible memory.
Arthur Schnitzler
He had rid himself so fiercely of memory, language, the capacity to find meaning that it seemed obvious the hatred he had for himself, for his own skin, for his moods, for his thoughts and words, for the brutal corner of the world that had enveloped him.
Elena Ferrante
