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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Only as far as the masters of the world have called in nature to their aid, can they reach the height of magnificence. This is the meaning of their hanging-gardens, villas, garden-houses, islands, parks, and preserves.
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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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I'm young, but I've been doing this a long time... There's obviously a lot of hard work that goes into it. It's a hard town. There's a lot of talent here. It's all about timing, too. I just feel like I finally found the right town and the right song.
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It is good to be a cynic-it is better to be a contented cat - and it is best not to exist at all. Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world-we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice and childish fear of the dark. If we were sensible we would seek death-the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed.
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Your decision to be, have and do something out of ordinary entails facing difficulties that are out of the ordinary as well. Sometimes your greatest asset is simply your ability to stay with it longer than anyone else.
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Love was the result of having caught a glimpse of another's loneliness.
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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.
