Arthur Wellesley Quotes
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All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.
Rainer Maria Rilke
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I take the family shopping round. The markets of the world.
Edgar Guest
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I read for the 'ah-ha's,' the information that makes a light bulb go off in my mind. I want to put information in my mind that is going to be the most beneficial to me, my family and my fellow man - financially, morally, spiritually, and emotionally.
Zig Ziglar
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We're not aware of fame itself, we're not that kind of band.
Ed O'Brien
Radiohead
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I'm a person who's always been interested in politics and thought it was a very noble occupation.
Maggie Williams
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I do probably come down a little hard on a group of people I call the 'blue chip gays.' I mean people who have managed to become very, very famous and are still very famous partly through staying in the closet, like Jasper Johns, Cy Twombly, Susan Sontag, Harold Brodkey and others.
Edmund White
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I like people. Listen, if you're a hotelier, if you're a creative person, and you're working with the things that I do, then you have to like people; otherwise, you simply can't get anywhere.
Anouska Hempel
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Though reading and conversation may furnish us with many ideas of men and things, yet it is our own meditation must form our judgment.
Isaac Watts
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I've always wanted a family since I was a little girl - a big family. I'm an only child, so I wanted, like, 10 kids... for sure.
Behati Prinsloo
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You can persuade a man to believe almost anything provided he is clever enough, but it is much more difficult to persuade someone less clever.
Tom Stoppard
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And in me too the wave rises. It swells; it arches its back. I am aware once more of a new desire, something rising beneath me like the proud horse whose rider first spurs and then pulls him back. What enemy do we now perceive advancing against us, you whom I ride now, as we stand pawing this stretch of pavement? It is death. Death is the enemy. It is death against whom I ride with my spear couched and my hair flying back like a young man's, like Percival's, when he galloped in India. I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!
Virginia Woolf
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Being born in a stable does not make one a horse.
Arthur Wellesley