Kiersten White Quotes
Plus as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hott, but then again, I am a mammal.
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We are slaves to whatever we don't understand.
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I'm Australian! How much more alpha can you get?
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Women are the heads of most households in our state and make the most financial decisions for their families.
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We are a pluralist civilisation because we allow mosques to be built in our countries, and we are not going to stop simply because Christian missionaries are thrown into prison in Kabul. If we did so, we, too, would become Taliban.
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Every child, woman and man has a right to enough nutritious food for an active and healthy life.
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I will never be a fan of any kind of political correctness: I think it's instant death to creativity.
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I'm only a human being.
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The interesting thing about history sometimes. is that you know these people existed, and you knew what jobs they did, but you don't know much about them as people, so you actually have to make them up.
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Age can be wonderful for red wine, but not for spacecraft.
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It was like being high when you reach those high notes.
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I told the guys that something good would come of this. We worked our butts off.
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If you are worried or afraid of anything, there is something in your mental attitude that needs correction.
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The way you give love is the most profoundly human part of you. When people say it's ugly or a perversion or an abomination, they're attacking the center of your being.
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I don't like being scored on, to be honest with you. I'd rather beat you 21-3 than 100-75, because I just don't like being scored on.
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Long ago I realized that no other person would be to me what you are.
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Whether our feet are compressed in iron shoes, our faces hidden with veils and masks; whether yoked with cows to draw the plow through its furrows, or classed with idiots, lunatics and criminals in the laws and constitutions of the State, the principle is the same; for the humiliations of the spirit are as real as the visible badges of servitude.
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Sweep the garden, any size, said the roshi. Sweeping, sweeping alone as the garden grows large or small. Any song sung working the garden brings up from sand gravel soil through straw bamboo wood and less tangible elements Power song for the hands Healing song for the senses what can and cannot be perceived of the soul.
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Chic is a kind of mayonnaise, either it tastes, or it doesn't.
