Lord Byron Quotes
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
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You can get all A's and still flunk life.
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Those who survived the San Francisco earthquake said, 'Thank God, I'm still alive.' But, of course, those who died, their lives will never be the same again.
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Happiness is a state of mind, you know. I don't think you are permanently happy. One is happy about certain things and not so happy about others.
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I never drink water; that is the stuff that rusts pipes.
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No one likes getting hit. It's a normal thing... I used to make up excuses when the coach would ask me to get in the ring. I'd say I forgot my mouthpiece, or I'd say I had a headache or something.
Mandy Bujold -
'Broad City' is how I wish we could all be, whereas 'Girls' is maybe a more accurate representation of how things are.
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I used to work for a catering company - I waitressed for Harry Winston events. I remember being so hungry, I would eat when I was supposed to be catering to other people.
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In those days I was new to covers; merely felt pleased that a story of mine had been honored. I later met Rogers who did some of my early covers and I was impressed with him.
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Women are, all of them, the veritable images of Śakti.
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The South has conquered nothing - but a graveyard.
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I ain't as good as I once wasI got a few years on me now.But there was a time back in my primeWhen I could really lay it down.And if you need some love tonight,Then I might have just enough.I ain't as good as I once was,But I'm as good once as I ever was.
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I heard New York fans and people in New York are hard-working fans, so they want to see players work hard on the court. That's the first thing I've got to do.
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My constituents want me to be outspoken - it's part of the reason they elected me - and the inevitable side effect of being outspoken is that, occasionally, you put your foot in your mouth.
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When you have one kid, you feel like you can jet set around, and you can throw him on the hip, and you get your life done. You don't realize how easy one is until you have two. Now I'm really a mom. Oh, I am a mom now! This is for serious - I am responsible for two people now.
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I don't expect that we're going to become the biggest craze. If it happened, I'd be really shocked. I think people will dig it, but there will be a sea of people who just don't get it.
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I found maths very easy, but I still enjoyed discovering things. You have to have the necessary information. For example, what's the difference between the mean and the median? Probability fascinated me. You have to think very carefully about things, which is the way my mind works anyway.
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If there was anyone primed to raise their kids feminist, it was me. My parents treated me no differently from my brother. I was raised to believe I was capable of doing anything I set my mind to.
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It takes a special kind of family to bathe together in their 40s.
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I like anything that is like an obstruction, something that I have to act through is good.
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Gold, for the instant, lost its luster in his eyes, for there were countless treasures of the heart which it could never purchase.
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Travel in all the four quarters of the earth, yet you will find nothing anywhere. Whatever there is, is only here.
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It didn't matter what we did or where we did it as long as we were together. We knew we'd found what most people either pursue in years of futile search or dismiss as a fantasy at the outset: the missing half of ourselves. The real thing.
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When you write a song it's sometimes in a desperate moment whn you can't really articulate it. What I love about lyrics is what T.S. Eliot said: 'Good poetry is felt before it is heard.' I'm a believer in that. It's those moments when you sit yourself down, and talk to yourself in the mirror.
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It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment - but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
