Marcel Proust Quotes
And wasn't my mind also like another crib in the depths of which I felt I remained ensconced, even in order to watch what was happening outside? When I saw an external object, my awareness that I was seeing it would remain between me and it, lining it with a thin spiritual border that prevented me from ever directly touching its substance; it would volatize in some way before I could make contact with it, just as an incandescent body brought near a wet object never touches its moisture because it is always preceded by a zone of evaporation.
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I think what Laura Linney was saying about teaching her all the lessons as a child actor, right, that's a whole ball of wax. That's a really mixed bag of stuff. I look at so many people that I knew personally or didn't know personally but who have ended badly, have died young, have been destitute - there are a lot of bad child-actor-gone-wrong stories, a very high percentage, but I think the thing about it is that a lot of those are Hollywood stories, and you don't have that same kind of a thing in the theater.
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Those who educate children well are more to be honored than they who produce them; for these only gave them life, those the art of living well.
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There's not a man in here that doesn't realize that Johnny makes us go. He's the catalyst.
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I would like to have an ample fund to spread the light of Republicanism, but I am willing to undergo the disadvantage to make certain that in the future we shall reduce the power of money in politics for unworthy purposes.
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He who overcomes others has force; he who overcomes himself is strong.
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All of the Mets road wins against the Dodgers this year occurred at Dodger Stadium.
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Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.
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Used to have a crush on Dawn from En Vogue. It's not like honey dip would wanna get with me, But just in case I own more condoms than TLC.
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These days there's so much technology and ways you can learn. There are videos and CD roms.
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Viewed from the summit of reason, all life looks like a malignant disease and the world like a madhouse.
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I used to be, like, "Sleep when I die."
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What I see is not what I am looking at but what I am looking with. And so my first and principal duty...is to find my eyes of love.
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That's what the leadership was teaching me, day by day: that the self-interest I was supposed to be looking for extended well beyond the immediacy of issues, that beneath the small talk and sketchy biographies and received opinions, people carried with them some central explanation of themselves. Stories full of terror and wonder, studded with events that still haunted or inspired them. Sacred stories.
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And wasn't my mind also like another crib in the depths of which I felt I remained ensconced, even in order to watch what was happening outside? When I saw an external object, my awareness that I was seeing it would remain between me and it, lining it with a thin spiritual border that prevented me from ever directly touching its substance; it would volatize in some way before I could make contact with it, just as an incandescent body brought near a wet object never touches its moisture because it is always preceded by a zone of evaporation.
