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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PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
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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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Love seems to survive life, and to reach beyond it. I think we take it with us past the grave. Do we not still give it to those who have left us? May we not hope that they feel it for us, and that we shall leave it here in one or two fond bosoms, when we also are gone?
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For nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.
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A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
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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.
