Lynn Anderson Quotes
I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime.
Lynn Anderson
Quotes to Explore
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Whether I build a character from the ground up or develop one, whether within my own copyright or in licensed work, I can step into that character's mind. It takes a kind of voluntary dissociation akin to method acting, military planning, marketing, or detective work: to think like the other guy and work out what he's going to do next.
Karen Traviss
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There are 3.5 million Americans in Puerto Rico. So, just like we're quick to go everywhere else and help, we expect that same of America for Puerto Rico. These are U.S. citizens!
Fat Joe
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I'd like us to deliver a little message to all the men still out there who think it's the '50s, and coming home simply means watching television with a beer.
Patricia Richardson
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I love to play with the notion of who the protagonist is - who is the audience supposed to root for? I did it in 'Sicario' and feel it was the strength of the script - guiding the audience's allegiance toward the villain because they think he's the hero, until it's revealed that he's the villain.
Taylor Sheridan
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I naturally favour a clean, healthy diet. A salad sandwich is one of my favourite meals!
Victoria Pendleton
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When I run - you can see my record - I run to win.
Carl Lewis
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Only in the case of immigration is the public systematically lied to from every major news outlet. The media lie about everything, but immigration constitutes their finest hour of collective lying.
Ann Coulter
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Being alone on the moors is scary; as the rain clouds settle in, it makes you realise your place in nature.
Dave Davies
The Kinks
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The poems turned up everywhere. Soon the lady of the house went into fits of hysteria when she kept discovering this attack of poetry in the most unlikely places—under doors, in the mother-of-pearl latticework of windowpanes, under jars, stones, flowerpots, loaves of bread, and even delivered by homing pigeons, around whose rose-coloured claws the young matador lovingly wound poems in which he declaimed his love in the quaint language whose provenance was unknown to the world and still evoked images of the uninterrupted empires of Visigiths, the unbridled lust of the Huns and the intransigence of the Berbers. The young maiden recognized only a few words, but to her they were fragments of a secret music: zirimiri, fine rain; senaremaztac, husband and wife; nik behar diren guzian eginen ditut, I shall do everything necessary....
Eric Gamalinda
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I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden. Along with sunshine, there's got to be a little rain sometime.
Lynn Anderson