B. R. Hayden Quotes
It takes one of the arrows out of our quiver, as it were.
B. R. Hayden
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I do go to the gym five days a week.
J. R. Bourne
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His business is here, it is here that he is despised and vilified, it is here that he must carry out his undertaking.
Jean-Paul Sartre
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I really am not a gold fan.
Dave Ramsey
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All through my life, I didn't really consider my eyes at all, and then I became an actress. It's great, I guess. They're just in my face, and one is green and one is blue. It's different, and I'm definitely a proponent of being different in any way you can in life, so I guess if you're born a bit different that's a good thing.
Alice Eve
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I'm thinking of the kids of the next generation and the music that they need to hear. Before, I was just rapping to rap. Now, I'm rapping to change the world.
Astro
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My mom knows when something is real and something is not.
Christina Ricci
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I like the powerful story, the excellent performances the beautiful cinematography and the vision of the "The Piano".
Mabel Cheung
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We travel, initially, to lose ourselves, and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again—to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.
Ray Bradbury
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There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make one almost enamoured of death, or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy, when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself, and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques, and that lends to Gothic art its enduring vitality, this art being, one might fancy, especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie.
Oscar Wilde
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Because when she failed, I saw how she might have succeeded. Arrows that continually glanced off from Mr. Rochester's breast and fell harmless at his feet, might, I knew, if shot by a surer hand, have quivered keen in his proud heart - have called love into his stern eye, and softness into his sardonic face, or better still, without weapons a silent conquest might have been won.
Charlotte Bronte
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It takes one of the arrows out of our quiver, as it were.
B. R. Hayden