Georges Brassens Quotes
I've left this life with no rancour, I'll never have toothache again, Now I lie in the communal grave, the communal grave of time.
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I wanted to just come out and continue to improve my game, continue to improve my mental capacity to play well in tournaments. I've had a slow year compared to last year, but I've been pleased because I felt like I was getting better.
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As time goes by people will see who I am for who I am.
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Democracy is the best chance for the best people.
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The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.
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Research can trap you into the past.
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What are you laughing at? You are laughing at yourself.
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Also, though not over-elderly, he was not over-young.
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MTV ruined music for us.
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The mother condemned for a witch and burnt with dry wood, and her children gazing on; The hounded slave that flags in the race and leans by the fence, blowing and covered with sweat, The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, The murderous buckshot and the bullets, All these I feel or am.
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Maybe this is crazy, but I think the right to own a gun is trumped by the right not to be shot by one.
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Paramount among the responsibilities of a free press is the duty to prevent any part of the government from deceiving the people and sending them off to distant lands to die of foreign fevers and foreign shot and shell.
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The King is a fighting piece. Use it!
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I didn't know I had this many fans in Puerto Rico. I'm going to carry this memory to my grave.
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He who has once stood beside the grave, to look back upon the companionship which has been forever closed, feeling how impotent there are the wild love, or the keen sorrow, to give one instant's pleasure to the pulseless heart, or atone in the lowest measure to the departed spirit for the hour of unkindness, will scarcely for the future incur that debt to the heart which can only be discharged to the dust.
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Vos vestros servate, meos mihi linquite mores You keep to your own ways, and leave mine to me.
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Some very considerable part of the gestural language of public places that had once belonged to cigarettes now belonged to phones.
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I've left this life with no rancour, I'll never have toothache again, Now I lie in the communal grave, the communal grave of time.
