Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.
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Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
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The American people do not want their taxpayer dollars funding any activity that runs counter to the security of our nation or our ally Israel.
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Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin - it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.
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I've never chased the dollar, I've always chased the reader's heart. I love having more readers. The more people who read it, the more thrilled I am.
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Eighty per cent of my output is 'Mallory clowns on the Western canon,' and I'm happy to be that person.
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I almost got a psychology degree, I almost got a philosophy degree. I kept changing it so they couldn't make me graduate. I studied anthropology and eastern religion, epistomology, and astronomy... I took every interesting course I could find for nine years.
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There was no religion in my life growing up. Did God invent us or did we invent God?
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It is just as important to set apart time for the development of our aesthetic faculties as for cultivating the money-getting instinct. A man cannot live by bread alone. His higher life demands an impalpable food.
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People want you to fail.
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I'm trying to have some longevity in this business. If that means not working for a while and just picking the right job, so be it.
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Something I learned when I was very young: with cooking, it doesn't matter where you are; you can always cook. You can end up in small village in Peru where somebody's cooking, take a spoon and taste it, and you might not be too sure what you're eating, but you can taste the soul in the food. That's what is beautiful with food.
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Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
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I'm an actor, so I like costumes.
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I had two primary cancers, which was pretty unusual. And when I got the second one, people told me such terrible bad-news stories, they instigated fears that weren't there in the first place. I do remember with such gratitude one doctor saying to me, 'Two primaries? That's nothing. I've seen a patient with six.'
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Throughout the day, my phone will variously chirp, burp and growl – it's like living with a velociraptor. The last time I went to try to shut it off, the thing bit me.
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You have to get out of your comfort zone in order to grow. And as an actor, you don't become Meryl Streep by doing the same type of comedy. You get there by being challenged. And unfortunately, there's a lack of roles for women of color, so you actually have to be the engineer creating some of those roles.
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And it is easy to believe you are not good enough if you listen to everybody else.
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I am not saying one is better than the other. I enjoy both. But Hollywood is far more organised than Bollywood.
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I was going to be lynched. I had to go into hiding in the mountains for two weeks.
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The recent history of Ukraine is replete with dead journalists, beaten journalists, news agencies being shut down, and politicians being injured or killed. Most are killed in mysterious auto accidents.
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Marriage is when two people are joined together to become one desperately boring person.
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I'm not the kind of guy who walks around with a notebook writing lyrics. For me, melody and song structure come first and foremost. Unless the melody gets stuck in my head, I'll move on. Once I have the musical idea pretty firm, I just try to write words that are incredibly honest and relate to my life on that given night. I'll sit with the music on my headphones and pen and paper all night long until it's done.
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Rash combat oft immortalizes man; if he should fall, he is renowned in song; but after-ages reckon not the ceaseless tears which the forsaken woman sheds. Poets tell us not of the many nights consumed in weeping, or of the dreary days wherein her anguished soul vainly yearns to call her loved one back.
