Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
Necessity is cruel, but it is the only test of inward strength. Every fool may live according to his own likings.
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I am who I am. I have a low voice, and I look like somebody's dad or boss or a police chief, and those roles come my way.
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I like people, and I like listening to them because something that'll happen out of that conversation could be the title or the subject of the song.
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I will continue to try and be innovative to keep it fresh for my fans.
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I have lived and slept in the same bed with English countesses and Prussian farm women... no woman has excited passions among women more than I have.
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We think we're going to be especially strong in platform where we have our two platform brands: our database brand is the Oracle Database 12c, and our programming language brand is this thing called Java.
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I'm a big buffet dude, or I'm a big cheap-food-and-order-more-when-I-need-it dude.
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La pobreza ajena me basta para sentirme pobre; la mía no me basta.
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One of the marks of true greatness is the ability to develop greatness in others.
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Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other, That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.
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I do have some Catholic stuff that is done from the perspective of an ignorant Catholic. But other than that, topic-wise, there's nothing really filthy.
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Prayers and sacrifices are of no avail.
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The real minister's name that we honor is Jesus, not Schuller.
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The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man.
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There’s an old and honored tradition in exploration literature that you don’t air your dirty laundry in print. Whatever bickering, name-calling, grudge nursing, and dark funks really took place on the expedition, they’re nobody else’s business.
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I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never shall I wake to find untrue All this I have believed and rested on, Forever vanished, like a vision gone Out into the night. Alas, how few There are who strike in us a chord we knew Existed, but so seldom heard its tone We tremble at the half-forgotten sound. The world is full of rude awakenings And heaven-born castles shattered to the ground, Yet still our human longing vainly clings To a belief in beauty through all wrongs. O stay your hand, and leave my heart its songs!
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Grieve not that I die young. Is it not well to pass away ere life hath lost its brightness?
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If I don't create, I don't exist.
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Anyone who has looked deeply into the world may guess how much wisdom lies in the superficiality of men. The instinct that preserves them teaches them to be flighty light, and false.
