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
Quotes to Explore
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
You can't pick and choose who's going to win or who's gonna mess up.
Chuck Liddell
The depravity of man is at once the most empirically verifiable reality but at the same time the most intellectually resisted fact.
Malcolm Muggeridge
I especially don't want men coming up to me and asking if sexism still exists. It's like, I'm seriously gonna barf a McDonald's salad on the next person to do that.
Kathleen Hanna
Bikini Kill
A particular shot or way of moving the ball can be a player's personal signature, but efficiency of performance is what wins the game for the team.
Pat Riley
Wedding Singer taught us we shouldnt be afraid of making people feel emotional in the middle of the movie, rather than just dealing with comedy.
Adam Sandler
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