Anton Chekhov Quotes
He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of migrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom.
Anton Chekhov
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In our local Baptist church, I sang in the choir and formed a gospel quartet. When our minister caught me messing with his guitar, he taught me three positions – one, four and five. After that, I taught myself to play.
B. B. King
For the record, I have long suspected that my favorite book is actually 'Charlotte's Web.'
Gabrielle Zevin
I just felt that you can't have a character fall in love so madly as they did in the last movie and not finish it off, understand it, get some closure. That's why the movie is called 'Quantum of Solace' - that's exactly what he's looking for.
Daniel Craig
Acting is the most insecure profession in the world - you're insecure if you're successful, you're insecure if you're not. A tightrope walk without a net. It's a miracle I'm still standing!
Kabir Bedi
Yoghurt cuts sweetness and richness, tempers spice, and makes a dish sing.
Yotam Ottolenghi
I don't think I have a black-hat image.
Harold Simmons
Just going out and seeing friends, not being cooped up in my house because I don't want to get my picture taken or anything like that - I've tried to let go of that stuff a bit, accept that it's going to happen to me, and not let it prevent me from doing anything I want to do, which I have in the past.
Dylan O'Brien
Proper love should be utterly supportive and comfortable, and it feels like a raincoat or a jacket potato.
Olivia Colman
The way for the Palestinians to get a state is to go ahead and build it.
Elliott Abrams
My father was a journalist for 50 years in Leeds and Fleet Street. I thought about a career in business to show I could do something different, but the reaction among prospective employers was, shall we say, underwhelming.
Lionel Barber
He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of migrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom.
Anton Chekhov