Alexandra Kleeman Quotes
A woman's body never really belongs to herself. As an infant, my body was my mother's, a detachable extension of her own, a digestive passage clamped and unclamped from her body. My parents would watch over it, watch over what went into and out of it, and as I grew up, I would be expected to carry on their watching by myself.
Alexandra Kleeman
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Yoghurt cuts sweetness and richness, tempers spice, and makes a dish sing.
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Hungary is, in a word, in a state of WAR against the Hapsburg dynasty, a war of legitimate defence, by which alone it can ever regain independence and freedom.
Lajos Kossuth
In disposition the Negro is joyous, flexible, and indolent; while the many nations which compose this race present a singular diversity of intellectual character, of which the far extreme is the lowest grade of humanity.
Samuel George Morton
A single lie destroys a whole reputation of integrity.
Baltasar Gracian
But what I really like are old Hollywood movies. Very often I watch AMC.
Olivier Martinez
I am a firm believer that a good plot makes for a fun enough read, but it's not what binds us. If we don't care about the characters, we won't care - not in a lasting way - about what's happening to them.
V. E. Schwab
Business 2.0 was hugely profitable last year, and will be profitable this year.
James Daly
Me as an artist, I'm more notorious for writing songs that celebrate women, songs that are all about the positive element of the immensely confusing creature that is woman.
Ne-Yo
I kind of knew. I said, 'Yeah, I'm not going to be able to play in the NBA. That's just not going to happen. Let that dream go.'
Austin Seferian-Jenkins
It is better, as far as getting the vote is concerned, I believe, to have a small, united group than an immense debating society.
Alice Paul
Working mothers' laughter comes hardest when our double life is revealed for what it is: a juggling act in which the balls can drop at any time, invariably on our own head.
Allison Pearson
A woman's body never really belongs to herself. As an infant, my body was my mother's, a detachable extension of her own, a digestive passage clamped and unclamped from her body. My parents would watch over it, watch over what went into and out of it, and as I grew up, I would be expected to carry on their watching by myself.
Alexandra Kleeman