Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes
The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Jaipur, like Florence or Kyoto, other artisan-rich cities to which it roughly compares, has always been known for its craftsmanship.
Hanya Yanagihara
People often ask me whether I believe in God. I haven't seen God. But I think that one's beliefs are one's God - and, in those terms, yes, God is there.
Kapil Dev
I hate to tell you this, but there's an entire subset of people out there who think of me as quite a dull actor. And that's the word used, and often – dull.
Campbell Scott
I got lost but look what I found.
Irving Berlin
If a child plays sport early in childhood, and doesn't give it up, he will play sport for the rest of his life. And if children have a connection with, and are involved in the preparation of, the food they eat, then it will be normal for them to cook these kind of meals, and they will go on cooking them for the rest of their lives.
Ferran Adria
A democratically elected congressman of the United States of America should not be talking of an ethnic divide in Afghanistan, should not be interfering in Afghanistan's internal affairs.
Hamid Karzai
Software is eating the financial services industry. We have a large addressable market for PayPal to play in.
Dan Schulman
I think comparisons are odious.
John Madden
For me, books have been a life-long resource-to learning, laughter, solace, excitement, inspiration. At your library, the world awaits you, free for the asking.
Lady Bird Johnson
I think there are narratives going on all the time that we think of as tangential - up until they turn out to be deciding factors in our lives.
Paolo Bacigalupi
Things are simple when you're going to die.
Vivien Leigh
The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water flow to him, nor fire burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer-rain, and we the Para coats that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
