Eric Weiner Quotes
Happiness is not a noun or a verb. It's a conjunction. Connective tissue.
Eric Weiner
Quotes to Explore
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I always look for inspiration, and the creativity of artists is an essential element to my life, my work, and my happiness.
Peter Marino
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Forensics had taught her that scars left tissue much tougher than skin.
Alane Ferguson
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If money can't buy you happiness then you probably aren't making enough.
Ziad K. Abdelnour
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For true happiness, sane enjoyment, you must look to the country, not town. Only you want one true heart beside you with which to enjoy it!
Ellen Buckingham Mathews
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The brain is a tissue. It is a complicated, intricately woven tissue, like nothing else we know of in the universe, but it is composed of cells, as any tissue is. They are, to be sure, highly specialized cells, but they function according to the laws that govern any other cells. Their electrical and chemical signals can be detected, recorded and interpreted and their chemicals can be identified; the connections that constitute the brain's woven feltwork can be mapped. In short, the brain can be studied, just as the kidney can.
David H. Hubel
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Every man needs to find a peak, a mountain top or a remote island of his own choosing that he reaches under his own power alone in his own good time.
Alain Gerbault
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I'm gonna say this and I really mean it - I'm very thankful that I'm not a huge star. I've all the stardom and celebrity that I can handle. But I also have peace and quiet. I am left alone. And I am not recognized everywhere I go and it's perfect. I can come and fill the theatres and I get on stage ... people say: "Well, oh yeah, that must be him," you know?
Don McLean
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I didn't know how to respond to that. There was something disturbing about being responsible for partially decayed girls going swimming.
Brenna Yovanoff
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Every time has its own Hamlet.
Haris Pasovic
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Yes, I was stupid. The channels of my senses were blocked, how long had it been since life flowed in them. What a mistake it had been to close off the meaning of my existence in the rites that Mario offered with cautious conjugal rapture. What a mistake it had been to entrust the sense of myself to his gratifications, his enthusiasms, to the ever more productive course of his life. What a mistake, above all, it had been to believe that I couldn’t live without him, when for a long time I had not been at all certain that I was alive with him.
Elena Ferrante
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Happiness is not a noun or a verb. It's a conjunction. Connective tissue.
Eric Weiner
