Alfred de Musset Quotes
It was one of those somber evenings when the sighing of the wind resembles the moans of a dying man; a storm was brewing, and between the splashes of rain on the windows there was the silence of death. All nature suffers in such moments; the trees writhe in pain and twist their heads; the birds of the fields cower under the bushes; the streets of cities are deserted.
Quotes to Explore
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Our built-in human system for mimicry explains why we humans can transfer our good and bad moods to each other - if we aren't careful!
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Diversity isn't just a hallmark of big cities anymore.
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'Shameless' was such a weird time in my life because I never really experienced any kind of role that put me that much in the spotlight before.
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I have hundreds and hundreds of people from Brazil, Chile, Columbia and Argentina, every day, buying my music and telling me about it online.
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At first, I didn't really have a passion for acting.
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Any athlete has massive reserves in their body and their emotional landscape.
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All the problems we face in the United States today can be traced to an unenlightened immigration policy on the part of the American Indian.
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Not all lies are harmful. Sometimes we're willing participants in deception for the sake of social dignity, maybe to keep a secret that should be kept secret, secret. We say, 'Nice song.' 'Honey, you don't look fat in that, no.'
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It is every intelligent man's experience that evildoing recoils on the doer sooner or later.
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The new world economic order is not an exercise in philanthropy, but in enlightened self-interest for everyone concerned.
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The government is so out of control. It is so bloated and infested with fraud and deceit and corruption and abuse of power.
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I don't invest in companies where my mental model is that they need to get themselves acquired in the next few years - or ever.
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The Negroes have little invention, but strong powers of imitation, so that they readily acquire mechanic arts. They have a great talent for music, and all their external senses are remarkably acute.
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When I was young, I struggled with authorship: with everything the word meant and failed to mean. Irish poetry was heavy with custom. Sometimes at night, when I tried to write, a ghost hand seemed to hold mine. Where could my life, my language fit in?
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Pornography does not cause rape or violence, which predate pornography by thousands of years. Rape and violence occur not because of patriarchal conditioning but because of the opposite, a breakdown of social controls.
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James Baldwin is probably the biggest influence on me from a literary perspective.
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That means a lot, it goes from generation to generation, and you can't wonder why, and I think it's because it's such a good energy in it, and I think the girls and boys, they want to dress like us, and they want to sing along.
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Elegance isn't solely defined by what you wear. It's how you carry yourself, how you speak, what you read.
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Forgiveness does not mean that we suppress anger; forgiveness means that we have asked for a miracle: the ability to see through mistakes that someone has made to the truth that lies in all of our hearts. Forgiveness is not always easy. At times, it feels more painful than the wound we suffered, to forgive the one that inflicted it. And yet, there is no peace without forgiveness. Attack thoughts towards others are attack thoughts towards ourselves. The first step in forgiveness is the willingness to forgive.
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What is death? A scary mask. Take it off-see, it doesn't bite.
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When I'm not singing, I'm a lot of persons: I'm a producer. I'm a badminton player. I'm a writer. I'm a movie freak. I'm a documentary maker.
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We are skinny; this is our work. There are lots of overweight people working in offices, but I'm not going to say, 'This girl is fat; she can't work in an office.'
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a poem is a naked person . . . some people say that I am a poet
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It was one of those somber evenings when the sighing of the wind resembles the moans of a dying man; a storm was brewing, and between the splashes of rain on the windows there was the silence of death. All nature suffers in such moments; the trees writhe in pain and twist their heads; the birds of the fields cower under the bushes; the streets of cities are deserted.
