Antoine de Saint-Exupery Quotes
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Most men have always wanted as much as they could get; and possession has always blunted the fine edge of their altruism.
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Reverence is fatal to literature.
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To me, adventure has always been to me the connections and bounds you create with people when you're there. And you can have that anywhere.
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I never really thought of myself as being an action hero or a leading man or any of that. I'm a character actor.
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More than half of all the hip hop record sales are white people, and I think that might be a result of my record helping people to accept hip hop.
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Poetry is also the physical self of the poet, and it is impossible to separate the poet from his poetry.
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I actually don't have a single regret, professionally or domestically. I planned it that way.
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And what, for instance, would have happened had Romeo and Juliet lived to middle age, their silhouettes broadened by pasta?
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The men who seem to know most of God's power have had great, unspeakable longings, at times, for a fresh consciousness of that power.
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Vegan food is soul food in its truest form. Soul food means to feed the soul. And, to me, your soul is your intent. If your intent is pure, you are pure.
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It should be possible to exist with only a short shelf of books, to read and give away. After all - we may not open a book, once read, for ten years or more. But the act of reading has made it part of us - to relinquish it would be to lose an extension of our being.
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By night an atheist half believes in God.
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...this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making, sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake, this blessing love gives again into our arms.
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It's pretty high up there on the list. Being able to return a serve at that speed is one of the biggest things that separates the professionals from the recreational players.
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If we love something similar to ourselves, we endeavor, as far as we can, to bring it about that it should love us in return.
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That's love, giving everything, sacrificing all without hope of return.
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Real love begins where nothing is expected in return.
