David Abram Quotes
There are those, however, that are not frightened of grief: dropping deep into the sorrow, they find therein a necessary elixir to the numbness. When they encounter one another, when they press their foreheads against the bark of a centuries-old tree...their eyes well with tears that fall easily to the ground. The soil needs this water. Grief is but a gate, and our tears a kind of key opening a place of wonder thats been locked away. Suddenly we notice a sustaining resonance between the drumming heart within our chest and the pulse rising from the ground
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I am interested in the way that we look at a given landscape and take possession of it in our blood and brain. None of us lives apart from the land entirely; such an isolation is unimaginable.
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Mind is everything. Muscle - pieces of rubber. All that I am, I am because of my mind.
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Lauren Goode and I have agreed that the next version of the Mac software - all of them are named after places in California - should be named either Bridgeport or Warwick.
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I'm blonde and tanned and normal-sized! I'm sweet, shy, funny, have a big heart and I'm nice - and I like to eat.
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I'd realize it's not worth our time to worry. You do your best, and God will put the right people in your path.
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When I lived in India, I'd speak like an Indian to get good prices while shopping. I'm good with accents.
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I get to meet different directors and different people.
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Under the law, the government, whether it's state, local or federal, cannot give the Catholic Church or any religious institution money directly.
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I make no claim to being a business genius. You can make so much money in this business that it loses its value.
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A toothache, or a violent passion, is not necessarily diminished by our knowledge of its causes, its character, its importance or insignificance.
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There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.
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Make a drawing. Start it all over again, trace it. Start it and trace it again.
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MODERATOR 1: Okay. Which designers do you prefer?SECRETARY CLINTON: What designers of clothes?MODERATOR 1: Yes.SECRETARY CLINTON: Would you ever ask a man that question? Laughter, applauseMODERATOR 1: Probably not. Probably not. Applause
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Innumerable twinkling of the waves of the sea.
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It confirms my idea that you also need more liberal gun laws. Guns lead to a polite society, as we like to say in the United States. And I think that all of western Canada would agree with me.
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You cannot choose between party government and Parliamentary government. I say, you can have no Parliamentary government if you have no party government; and, therefore, when Gentlemen denounce party government, they strike at that scheme of government which, in my opinion, has made this country great, and which I hope will keep it great.
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I'm not interested in how well someone can sing. It's what you're singing that interests me.
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For too long, musicians have been the greatest enemy of music. Their lack of desire to proselytize is a kind of betrayal.
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I admit to occasionally sharing the financial hysteria of the rest of the country, the urgency to save more for the family in case you can't write any more.
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To you I am neither man nor woman. I come before you as an author only. It is the sole standard by which you have a right to judge me--the sole ground on which I accept your judgment.
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To keep a man (slave or servant) for your own advantage merely, to keep an animal that you may eat it, is a lie. You cannot look that man or animal in the face.
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The joy I felt as the prospect before me of being the instrument destined to take away from the world one of its greatest calamities (smallpox) was so excessive that I found myself in a kind of reverie.
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There are those, however, that are not frightened of grief: dropping deep into the sorrow, they find therein a necessary elixir to the numbness. When they encounter one another, when they press their foreheads against the bark of a centuries-old tree...their eyes well with tears that fall easily to the ground. The soil needs this water. Grief is but a gate, and our tears a kind of key opening a place of wonder thats been locked away. Suddenly we notice a sustaining resonance between the drumming heart within our chest and the pulse rising from the ground
