Elizabeth Chadwick Quotes
Look to the plank of wood in your own eye before you remove the mote of sawdust from mine.
Quotes to Explore
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To me, the funnest part of wrestling is evolving. If you stay the same all the time, you're eventually going to be left behind.
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Anti-inflammatories always seemed to work well for my joints, but the problem was you couldn't take them all the time.
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You could say that all novels are spy novels and all novelists are spy masters.
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Man is essentially a selfish creature. The differences in the degree with which this developed are infinite.
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I just never, in my career, got into doing a lot of press.
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When you're first learning how to do eyeliner, it's really hard to get both lids the same. A good tip for when you're putting it on, is to make sure your elbow is on a table. Make sure your arm's really stable. And make sure you have an eye makeup q-tip to get that really sharp line.
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When a guy tells me I'm cute, it's not something desirable. Cute is more like what you want your pet to be.
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I said I wanted to strap guns on an El Camino. When I brought it up at a meeting, they said great. I realized there's no adult in the room.
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I don't like movies about serial killers, necessarily; it's too real and unpleasant for me.
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In England we burnt redheads at the stake, because we thought they were witches. There are still young redheads in Britain getting ripped for having red hair. 'Oy, Ginger!'
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Traditional copyright has been that you can't make a full copy of somebody's work without their permission.
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Fame, do I like it? No. It has bought a lot for me in my career, but there are a lot of downsides to it. You give up your privacy. I did it to myself but not to my family and friends. You don't ask for it. You just have to live with it.
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I will not promote other people's songs big time. I will just mention that I produced the song to get the credit I think I deserve.
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I'm now beginning to feel that the pessimistic vision is not for the movies.
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He who knows himself is enlightened.
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Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue.
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Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Night and silence.--Who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. When thou wakest, let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon.
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Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes.
