Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
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We are poor, feeble, and blind mortals when the eye of the Almighty looks through all worlds and by his power executes all things aright, and by his grace, he makes us all rich in Heavenly Gifts. In distress and in bereavements, we can look only to him. From mortals like ourselves we can derive no help.
Sam Houston
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I'm still somebody that listens to a lot of James Brown, a lot of The O'Jays, a lot of TLC... in that era, producers had more musicianship.
Kat Graham
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Sometimes I feel like I have a dozen different people inside of me. I've always been that way, and I've always written stuff down.
Macaulay Culkin
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As independent filmmakers, we are actually deeply dependent on each other. The Spirit Awards are a public expression of those bonds, the intricate set of relationships and histories that we filmmakers depend on to make our most personal work.
Ira Sachs
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He who can believe himself well, will be well.
Ovid
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Yoga means union, in all its significances and dimensions.
Indra Devi
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For me, most of the anxiety and difficulty of writing takes place in the act of not writing. It's the procrastination, the thinking about writing that's difficult.
Adam Mansbach
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I was a pilot and flying hang gliders, paragliders, aerobatics airplanes, and then I discovered skydiving. Free fall. Free. With nothing around you, just a parachute on your back. And you go down. But you don't feel like you're going down. Total freedom.
Yves Rossy
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Nobody ever worked as hard as my father. My father averaged maybe four hours of sleep at night, and when you're a kid, you don't realize that.
Larry Elder
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The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, It isn't just one of your holiday games; You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
T. S. Eliot
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But love like that doesn’t just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there’s always a little love left, underneath.Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?
N. K. Jemisin
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Place honey on the altars and die, You lovers that are bitter at heart.
Wallace Stevens
