P. G. Wodehouse Quotes
He was either a man of about a hundred and fifty who was rather young for his years, or a man of about a hundred and ten who had been aged by trouble.
P. G. Wodehouse
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I like the sudden shock of non-sequitur color. Color, in fact, is my weakness.
Babe Paley
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I grew up in L.A., so I'm a huge Lakers fan and Kobe fan.
Malcolm David Kelley
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Human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.
Manny Pacquiao
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Sometimes, great collaboration is hard to nurture online, so doing so offline is the way to go.
Cameron Russell
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Obviously, you need talent to do well in your sport, but I think hard work goes a long way. You need to be lucky within the sport too, though. In badminton, you can benefit from good draws and people getting injured.
Rajiv Ouseph
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You can be a thousand different women. It's your choice which one you want to be. It's about freedom and sovereignty. You celebrate who you are. You say, 'This is my kingdom.'
Salma Hayek
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I'm not quite ready for a no makeup movie.
Tea Leoni
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My hope is that 'The New World Haggadah' will open a new world for readers who will see our heritage through a multilingual prism. I wanted to feature medieval and renaissance authors, resistance in World War II, crypto-Jews and activists during the Dirty War in Latin America, songs of protest, and songs of hope.
Ilan Stavans
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I saw this on CNN a few days ago. In New York these cops freaked out. They shot at this guy like 15 times 'cause they said they thought he had a a grenade. HE WAS EATING A PEAR! How do you fuck that up?! Unless he was eating it like 'AHHHHHH! *throws pear* THAT'S A DELICIOUS PEAR!!!'
Dane Cook
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Beauty is the main positive form of the aesthetic assimilation of reality, in which aesthetic ideal finds it direct expression...
Karl Marx
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On his bold visage middle ageHad slightly pressed its signet sage,Yet had not quenched the open truthAnd fiery vehemence of youth;Forward and frolic glee was there,The will to do, the soul to dare,The sparkling glance, soon blown to fire,Of hasty love or headlong ire.
Walter Scott
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The world recedes; it disappears! Heav'n opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting?
Alexander Pope