Marc Veasey Quotes
Voting rights matter. They are a major part of who we are as Americans.
Marc Veasey
Quotes to Explore
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In rural parts of China, it's like stepping back into the era of my grandfather or great-grandfather - not much has changed.
Gary Locke
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I think L.A. radio is learning from the Bay. The Bay is a very classic place. Mac Mall, C-Bo, all that stuff, they love their artists, they're old school up there. My first big concert was playing in the Bay; I played the Fillmore.
Ice T
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I think we're a deeper team, a better team, we still have work to do... nothing is guaranteed, but hopefully we got the mentality to play on the road, and we're starting to get our home thing back in order now-if we can do that we'll be just fine.
Karl Malone
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I like to leave a film open-ended, with a lingering feeling. I'll not do sequels of any of my films till I have subjects to explore.
Madhur Bhandarkar
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I follow my own head. And if I'm determined to do something, then I'll make sure that I make it happen.
Laura Dekker
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I feel like I'm married to what I do, to the streets. And I feel like when the streets are mad, it's serious.
Young Jeezy
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If I'm not happy with what's going on, I try to change it myself.
Laura Moser
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Sometimes, the supposedly weak groups turn out to be very difficult, and the supposedly strong ones are easier to take control of.
Ottmar Hitzfeld
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What was the American Revolution? The people who joined to carry it out had different views of what they had done.
Edmund Morgan
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The people to fear are not those who disagree with you, but those who disagree with you and are too cowardly to let you know.
Napoleon Bonaparte
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I like girls who want to get up and dance and don't mind singing in front of my family - you know, silly stuff. Some girls won't eat in front of boys or won't go bowling. They just want to go out and look pretty. I don't really get that. I want someone who is up for having a good time.
Olly Murs
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Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Carl Sandburg
