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 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
I am not gay; I don't have a relationship with Ricky Martin.
Maluma
Hospitals are about healing.
Irwin Redlener
Humanity, in the desperate attempt to fit 8 billion or more people on the planet and give them a higher standard of living, is at risk of pushing the rest of life off the globe.
E. O. Wilson
They were saying computers deal with numbers. This was absolutely nonsense. Computers deal with arbitrary information of any kind.
Ted Nelson
I want to be like Gandhi, and Martin Luther King, and John Lennon... but I want to stay alive.
Madonna
Breakfast Club
If I didn't play tennis I don't know where I'd be.
Venus Williams
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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