P. L. Travers Quotes
The same substance composes us--the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star--we are all one, all moving to the same end.
P. L. Travers
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What you wear onstage is a reflection of your artistry.
Sabrina Carpenter
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I'd much rather have the honesty than not. Because if you will say what's on your mind and get it off your chest, then the sooner I can prove you wrong!
Garth Brooks
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For my part, I confess I seldom listen to the players: one has so much to do, in looking about and finding out one's acquaintance, that, really, one has no time to mind the stage. One merely comes to meet one's friends, and show that one's alive.
Fanny Burney
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If I'm not happy with what's going on, I try to change it myself.
Laura Moser
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My songs are like cheap Neil Young copies.
Randy Bachman
The Guess Who
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My dad had been an ardent amateur photographer, and he taught me to compose a photograph from the back to the front, and then populate the picture.
Sam Abell
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The proletariat is that class in society which lives entirely from the sale of its labor and does not draw profit from any kind of capital; whose weal and woe, whose life and death, whose sole existence depends on the demand for labor – hence, on the changing state of business, on the vagaries of unbridled competition.
Friedrich Engels
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I also like men who have hands with big masculine veins that you can squish and move.
Jolene Blalock
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Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune.
Carl Jung
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The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
J. B. Priestley
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If did go back to school, I would want to learn another aspect of the entertainment industry like to become a producer or an agent, you need a law degree.
Ethan Embry
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The same substance composes us--the tree overhead, the stone beneath us, the bird, the beast, the star--we are all one, all moving to the same end.
P. L. Travers