Antonio Porchia Quotes
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6,000 people were killed, crippled, and wounded during the War of Independence. The economy was devastated - there was no milk, just milk powder. No eggs, but egg powder. Meat was only once a week.
Yitzhak Navon
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I speak very highly of Jim Thome. Not only is he a great player, but he's a great individual.
Harmon Killebrew
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I'm not into street clothes. Don't understand it. I don't understand those over-exaggerated jean sizes so they hang off your back... I just don't understand it.
Ozwald Boateng
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I've never written anything that I haven't wanted to write again. I want to, and still am, writing 'A Few Good Men' again. I didn't know what I was doing then, and I'm still trying to get it right. I would write 'The Social Network' again if they would let me, I'd write 'Moneyball' again. I would write 'The West Wing' again.
Aaron Sorkin
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Wear some mascara, give attention to your eyebrows, and also take care of your lips.
Fei Fei Sun
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I only cook when I'm in love.
Zsa Zsa Gabor
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The naturalness of life... the sense of community is, I think, a very important factor in an artist's life.
Barbara Hepworth
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If there be one man, more than another, who deserves to succeed in flying through the air, that man is Mr. Laurence Hargrave, of Sydney, New South Wales.
Octave Chanute
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All these relics gave... Thornfield Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine to memory. I liked the hush, the gloom, the quaintness of these retreats in the day; but I by no means coveted a night's repose on one of those wide and heavy beds: shut in, some of them, with doors of oak; shaded, others, with wrought old-English hangings crusted with thick work, portraying effigies of strange flowers, and stranger birds, and strangest human beings, all which would have looked strange, indeed, by the pallid gleam of moonlight.
Charlotte Bronte
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To be excited and at the same time satisfied; to desire and possess -that has been described somewhere as the wise man's idea of heaven.
Alec Waugh
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Llevo mis manos vacía, por lo que hubo en mis manos.
Antonio Porchia