Brom (Gerald Brom) Quotes
Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
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The female form is much more erotic than the male, who doesn't think that?
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If you must make a noise, make it quietly.
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I have arrived more definitely than any other painter during his lifetime; honours shower upon me from every side; artists pay me compliments on my work; there are many people to whom my position must seem enviable ... But I don't seem to have a single real friend!
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Most business schools are geared toward churning out investment bankers and management consultants.
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People tend to eat through the cello. They tend to take out the things that make it beautifully cello-y sometimes.
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Martyrdom is the only way a man can become famous without ability.
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In Switzerland, on a high mountain, not far from Lucerne, there is a lake they call Pilate's Pond, which the Devil has fixed upon as one of the chief residences of his evil spirits.
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It's nice to have options even if you can't take them.
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A man of abilities and character, of any sect whatever, may be admitted to any office of public trust under the United States.
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We did not underestimate what we could do.
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When a voice behind me whispered low,'That fellow's got to swing.'
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William Carlos Williams, late in his long life, had a dream: He saw an enormous spiral staircase in empty space, and his father slowly descending toward him. When he reached the bottom, his father walked over, looked him in the eye and said: “You know those poems you're writing? They're no good.”
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Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance.
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But this could be interpreted primarily in terms of the ministry of word and sacrament, in accordance with the previous models of the Church, rather than in terms of caritative service.
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The Greek philosophies teach us that we are a combination of dark and light, good and evil, and murderer and savior, hmm? And until we know this completely about ourselves we cannot love well, and we cannot forgive ourselves.
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Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.
