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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We are safer if there are not nuclear arsenals around the planet that can be utilized, stolen, sold to terrorists and others who would do harm.
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When the Bible itself becomes irksome, inquire whether you have not been spoiling your appetite by sweetmeats and renounce them; and believe that the Word is the wire along which the voice of God will certainly come to you if the heart is hushed and the attention fixed.
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I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.
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'So you say, so you say,' murmured Fflewddur, hurrying after him. 'Look closer into your heart. You may find your opinion to be somewhat different.'
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Internationalism and nationalism, economics and politics, politics and sociology, sociology and culture, religion, ethics etc, are but different parts of the one complex whole, each related to the other, ever changing in form and content. We cannot think, live and move in water-tight compartments only. We cannot keep on holding fixed, rigid dogmas which can no longer be in tune with the spirit of the times.
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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
