Marcel Proust Quotes
Existence is of little interest save on days when the dust of realities is mingled with magic sand.
Marcel Proust
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The perfect normal person is rare in our civilization.
Karen Horney
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I definitely support cop acting more than cops, but all of them ain't bad, just some of them.
Ice Cube
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When you're listening to radio and hear the same 20 songs over and over and over, you want a break from it. Sometimes you don't want to hear something that sounds just like everything else on the radio. Eventually, if you hear the same sounds and the same musicians and the same mixes and all of that, it will start to sound like elevator music.
Randy Houser
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When a great artist gets my attention, I pursue it. If I don't, someone else will, you know what I'm saying?
Larry Gagosian
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Polka dots are fabulous.
Yayoi Kusama
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The three main sources of scepticism are first, that not every people desires freedom; second, that democracy in certain parts of the world would be dangerous; and third, that there is little the world's democracies can do to advance freedom outside their countries.
Natan Sharansky
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We need women who are at the head of a boardroom, like at the head of the White House, at the head of kind of major scientific enterprises so that little girls everywhere can then think, you know what? I can do that, I want to do that, I will do that.
Chelsea Clinton
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The Kitsch consumer wants to be enchanted.
Karsten Harries
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When I was a little kid I used to go on the playground and say: today I will shoot like Bird, pass like Magic, jump like Mike, be quick like Zeke. I am thankful to them, since without seeing them do things they did, I wouldn't be in the NBA.
Allen Iverson
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I'm very romantic and of course I want to be in love.
Emma Watson
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You know, 97 percent of the time, if you come into a hospital, everything goes well. But three percent of the time, we have major complications.
Atul Gawande
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Existence is of little interest save on days when the dust of realities is mingled with magic sand.
Marcel Proust
