Jane Austen Quotes
Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some...
Jane Austen
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It should take you 15 minutes to make a song, and then get out of there.
Quavo
Migos
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But is it not the fact that religion emanates from the nature, from the moral state of the individual? Is it not therefore true that unless the nature be completely exercised, the moral state harmonized, the religion cannot be healthy?
Harriet Martineau
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I refuse to confide and don't like it when people write about art.
Balthasar Klossowski de Rola
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I'm still awaiting the idea of drawing comics for a living being a reality. I feel like I've been dodging work for 20 years, and at some point, I'll have to get a real job.
Adam Hughes
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More and more, cultural groups are cross-pollinating, and we're getting much more interesting art as a result.
Damon Albarn
Blur
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I carry around, like, a little journal with me and just write all the time. Not necessarily, like, actually sitting down and writing lyrics - just freeform writing, whatever's going on in my mind. I write a lot on airplanes, actually, because it's completely isolating.
Mandy Moore
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Whether you’re gay, straight, divorced, on drugs, a prostitute… I don’t care. Be who you are and love who you want.
Hayley Williams
Paramore
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It's an unfortunate reality of life that toxins are constantly building up in our bodies.
Mallory Ortberg
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If I do something caring for a friend, I have no doubt in my mind they would do it for me.
Larry King
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We're all just a bundle of habits shaped by our memories. And to the extent that we control our lives, we do so by gradually altering those habits, which is to say the networks of our memory. No lasting joke, or invention, or insight, or work of art was ever produced by an external memory. Not yet, at least.
Joshua Foer
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We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.
Sigmund Freud
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Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some...
Jane Austen