Marcel Proust Quotes
For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral, although by their uninterrupted multiplicity they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.
Marcel Proust
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One time, I was posing on a car for a calendar shoot. I was doused with oil and literally slid off the car, bikini, heels and all!
Candace Kita
I always thought that you breathe, you eat, you go to sleep, and you draw.
Paloma Picasso
I learned American Sign Language in college and seemed to pick it up rather quickly. I really love to sign and wish that I had more friends to sign with.
Candace Kita
I've always seen writing as a way of telling the truth. For me, writing is about truth. I have always tried to be faithful to my own experience.
Edmund White
Half of architecture students are women, and you see respected, established female architects all the time.
Zaha Hadid
The one good thing is that I get a lot more good scripts coming through my letterbox. 'Vera Drake' raised my profile in one way, and then 'Harry Potter' in another.
Imelda Staunton
Before discovering theater, I was sloughing off and didn't have any passion for school. Then I couldn't get enough. All of a sudden, I was getting good parts in all of these plays. I just loved it. I started getting A's in acting, directing and technical theater. I found something that clicked.
Gary Sinise
The world is only as deep as we can see. This is why fools think themselves profound. This is why terror is the passion of revelation.
Richard Scott Bakker
Most mothers think that to keep young people away from love-making it is enough never to speak of it in their presence.
Madame de La Fayette
Our real problem, then, is not our strength today; it is rather the vital necessity of action today to ensure our strength tomorrow.
Dwight D. Eisenhower
Chimes?" Phyllis asked. "Chimes to call a lover? Chimes with the voice of a bird trapped in them? Chimes that play you whatever song you most desire to hear?" "No thanks," said Nick. "We've got MTV.
Sarah Rees Brennan
For what we suppose to be our love or our jealousy is never a single, continuous and indivisible passion. It is composed of an infinity of successive loves, of different jealousies, each of which is ephemeral, although by their uninterrupted multiplicity they give us the impression of continuity, the illusion of unity.
Marcel Proust