Pablo Neruda Quotes
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
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I thought I had the rights to The Lord of the Rings. I don't know how Jackson ended up with the rights.
Ralph Bakshi
I wasn't going to make a slick, glossy over-produced piece of entertainment because then I would be doing what the Capitol did. Then I'm actually putting on the Hunger Games and not making a movie of the 'Hunger Games.'
Gary Ross
With disadvantages enough to bring him to humility, a Scotsman is one of the proudest things alive.
Oliver Goldsmith
I got a manager, and I thought, since I was going out on auditions, I should do this for a living. Then there was this moment on set when I realized I was having a lot of fun, and I really wanted to do this forever.
Kara Hayward
My roles in the '80s were, like, gender dysphoric. I wasn't pretty, I wasn't this, I wasn't that. And I am kind of butchy, you know. That's just my thing.
Pamela Adlon
It's nice, because after you've worked with various directors and producers enough times, they start to know your voice and what you're capable of.
Laura Bailey
Faith must have adequate evidence, else it is mere superstition.
Archibald Alexander Hodge
Dance should mean something to you.
Damian Woetzel
Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
Carl Sandburg
I love the power of celebrity because you can give voice to the voiceless.
Q'orianka Kilcher
Even if you have a bad game, you have to swallow your pride and sign. It takes a little time, but it makes the kids happy. And it makes you feel good, too.
Lorrie Fair
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
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