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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Revival is the return of God's manifest presence to His people for the purpose of them renewing their relationship with Him, with each other and for the good of the broader society. It is necessary because much of what God determines to do, or not do, in the world is determined by His relationship to His people.
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For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly. From something like that or it doesnt begin at all.
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There are three stages: Thoughtless being. Thought. Return to thoughtless being.
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In the utter peace and stillness the world seemed holding its breath, a little apprehensively, drawing near to the fire to warm itself. There was none of that sense of urgeful, pushing life that robs even a calm spring day of the sense of silence; life was over and the year was just waiting, harboring its strength for the final storms and turmoil of its death. The warmth and the color of maturity was there, exultant and burning, visible to the eyes, but the prophecy of decay was felt in a faint shiver of cold at morning and evening and a tiny sigh of the elms at midnight when a wandering ghost of a wind plucked a little of their gold away from them.
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Real love begins where nothing is expected in return.
