Nanna Bryndís Hilmarsdóttir Quotes
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Obviously, there's more to aesthetic appearance than just race, but that is going to be the first thing that someone notices when they look at a picture.
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I'm not a career kind of person. When I saw new music, new trends coming in, I didn't see any place for me. And I didn't think about it as a career loss, because I was married - I have a great- grandchild now. The low points were when I lost people that I really cared about.
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The personal lives of painters are tragic and inevitable and do not explain the artist. For the artist is his work and no longer human.
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What we have to remember is that children matter as much as adults, but they aren't equal with adults.
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To revive a man is no slight thing.
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Vanity Fair is a very vain, wicked, foolish place, full of all sorts of humbugs and falsenesses and pretensions.
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We may not be God, but we are of God, even as a little drop of water is of the ocean.
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I won't insult your intelligence by suggesting that you really believe what you just said.
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If there is no destiny, there is no design. There's only life and death. My goal is to learn about life by living it, not by trying to figure out a cryptic plan that the Creator had in store for me.
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I love history, doesn't matter what era, I'm fascinated.
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If the game is designed for you to lose, don't play that game. Play a different one.
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Communication does not depend on syntax, or eloquence, or rhetoric, or articulation but on the emotional context in which the message is being heard. People can only hear you when they are moving toward you, and they are not likely to when your words are pursuing them.
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To a mankind that recognizes the equality of man everywhere, every war becomes a civil war.
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It's never been seen that a street artist go as far as I've gone - keep consistent without wanting to do a bunch of ventures outside of music to keep my face out there.
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Imagine a revised edition of Shakespeare... a big, thick book with an elegant cover... You open it and find that there are no pages, just an empty box of space. On the back wall of the box is a small mirror. You look into it, see yourself, and now you know all you need to know about Shakespeare.
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The world inside myself is vaster and richer than this paltry plane, peopled with mere galaxies and gods.
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I am cursed with the inability to sleep on planes - ever.
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In planes, everybody pees on the floor. Fact.
