Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes
Nicias, do you think you can erase with good deeds the wrongs you committed against your mother? What good deed will ever reach her? Her soul is a scorching noon time, without a single breath of a breeze, nothing moves, nothing changes, nothing lives there; a great emaciated sun, an immobile sun eternally consumes her.
Jean-Paul Sartre
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If you stop being scared, that's when entropy sets in, and you may as well go home.
Tamsin Greig
I'll tell you why I like writing: it's just jumping into a pool. I get myself into a kind of trance. I engage the world, but it's also wonderful to just escape. I try to find the purities out of the confusion. It's pretty old-fashioned, but it's fun.
Barry Hannah
I think men, growing up, you have to go through some form of hardship. You've got to harden the metal.
Ice T
I am also a drummer of sorts. I've got an electronic set sitting in my bedroom.
Gary Cole
When it comes to memories of that iconic type, memories that are burned into you, I have maybe ten or so from my childhood. I'm a bad rememberer of situations. I forget almost everything as soon as it happens.
Karl Ove Knausgaard
Preachers at black churches are the last people left in the English-speaking world who know the schemes and tropes of classical rhetoric: parallelism, antithesis, epistrophe, synecdoche, metonymy, periphrasis, litotes - the whole bag of tricks.
P. J. O'Rourke
Because everyone is someone's child, every woman seems like someone's mother.
Megan Fox
I have developed a life which seems to need a relatively high income.
Jeremy Irons
In China, the state controls the corporations, whereas in the United States, the corporations control the state.
Ian Bremmer
A good friend of mine was Lucy Ball. Her mother and my mother were best friends.
Betty White
We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.
Sophocles
Nicias, do you think you can erase with good deeds the wrongs you committed against your mother? What good deed will ever reach her? Her soul is a scorching noon time, without a single breath of a breeze, nothing moves, nothing changes, nothing lives there; a great emaciated sun, an immobile sun eternally consumes her.
Jean-Paul Sartre