Anton Chekhov Quotes
Whoever sincerely believes that elevated and distant goals are as little use to man as a cow, that 'all of our problems' come from such goals, is left to eat, drink, sleep, or, when he gets sick of that, to run up to a chest and smash his forehead on its corner.
Anton Chekhov
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The whole point of music is being able to share your story. I've been songwriting for a long time, usually while on the road, as a way to get my feelings out.
Camila Cabello
Fifth Harmony
I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.
Walter Reisch
Manhattan seems pretty developed, you know what I mean? Like, it has peaked in culture.
M.I.A.
I'm an old trial lawyer.
Patrick Leahy
Sometimes I see through things when people are talking. I'm really sensitive to other people, so I can tell if somebody's putting on a front.
Banks
I really don't like to take the easy way out, if I can help it, on anything I do, I like to really make it a challenge. I don't know how to create by taking the easy routes. I've tried, you know, I've tried to let myself, but I always struggle to compensate.
Jack White
The White Stripes
I like surfing in Mexico a whole lot better than sitting with people in Washington that I don't even like.
Jesse Ventura
I'm a parrot. I can pick up an accent and just do it.
Brion James
I am surprised at three things: 1. [A] man runs from death while death is inevitable. 2. One sees minor faults in others, yet overlooks his own major faults. 3. When there is any defect to one's cattle he tries to cure it, but does not cure his own defects.
Umar
We had the guys from X Men 2 do the cameras. They had a 360 camera that would go from one car, up in the air and over to another car in a continuous shot while the film was still rolling, going 90 mph.
Jimmy Fallon
When the E.U. and the U.S. agree, other countries follow.
John Bruton
Whoever sincerely believes that elevated and distant goals are as little use to man as a cow, that 'all of our problems' come from such goals, is left to eat, drink, sleep, or, when he gets sick of that, to run up to a chest and smash his forehead on its corner.
Anton Chekhov