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'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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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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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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Study the best and highest things that are; but of yourself humble thoughts retain.
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It's really hard to scare people on network television. You've got to be smart about it. You've got to parcel out the scares.
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The power to wage war is the power to wage war successfully.
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Being a black woman in America and the world and in corporate situations is something to be celebrated.
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And you don't ever have to worry about what I feel. The way I feel about you won't change. You can do whatever you like to me. You could turn this town to dust, burn the woods until they were cinders, you could cut out my heart. It wouldn't matter. It would not change a thing." "What if I ate a baby?" Jared's mouth curved up at the corners, slow and not cruel at all. "I'm sure you'd have a good reason," he said.
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And I don't feel any fear in a sense, because I have every good intention in my heart. When you face up to bad things in the past, the most important thing is not to allow them to happen today or in the future, and as storytellers, we must play our part in that.
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We don't live the lives of Eskimos. We don't need to kill animals for fashion.
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I would love to do an indie film, as I've grown to have a more serious side.
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First of all, I have to have trucks because I live most of my time on a horse farm, so I've gotta have trucks. It's in the northeast; I've got to have pickup trucks to move snow, number one. Number two, just if I'm driving, I don't have to have an SUV, but I want a big car.
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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
