Jimi Hendrix Quotes
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I certainly must,' said she. 'This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of everything's being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not.
Jane Austen
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A man never is happy, but spends his whole life in striving after something which he thinks will make him so; he seldom attains his goal, and when he does, it is only to be disappointed; he is mostly shipwrecked in the end, and comes into harbor with mast and rigging gone. And then, it is all one whether he has been happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.
Arthur Schopenhauer
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Shall we carry a flag? It is a rival to Christ.
Tertullian
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No; for instead of delivering myself up to the full enjoyment of the as others do, I am always troubling my head about how I could produce the same effect upon canvas; and as that can never be done, it is mere vanity and vexation of spirit.
Anne Bronte
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It's important to tour with bands that you get along with.
Sonny Sandoval
P.O.D.
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I think what makes the difference for me is the preparation of the course making it so icy, which suits me. Thanks for that.
Marcel Hirscher
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But luck withered by conservative, tired, riskless living can be plumped up again - after all, it was only a bit thirsty for something to do.
Catherynne M. Valente
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I would not call it a difficult life, really. I just had a lot of challenges at a very young age.
Ger Duany
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There's a thing in comedy where you take one step into a bad idea, but if you take 10, then it becomes a good idea again.
Jonathan Krisel
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If the market were way over priced, I wouldn't own any stocks.
Walter Schloss
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Musical ideas sprang to my mind like a flight of butterflies, and all I had to do was to stretch out my hand to catch them
Charles Gounod
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...The simple little words came easily, fitting themselves to the tune that had come out of the harpsichord. It didn't seem to her that she made them up at all. It seemed to her that they flew in from the rose-garden, through the open window, like a lot of butterflies, poised themselves on the point of her pen, and fell off it on to the paper.
Elizabeth Goudge
