Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Quotes
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…the prisoner’s dreams is the guard’s spirituality
Jean-Paul Sartre
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If I close my eyes, I can remember the first apartment where I lived with my family in Newark, N.J., in the late 1930s. The rooms were lined up like train cars - you had to go through one to get to another - and there wasn't any heat or hot water.
Frankie Valli
Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons
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I bought Justin Bieber's house... He had, like, this nook under the stairs which I didn't need, so I covered it up. When I ran into him, he was like 'What did you do with the nook? I used to go in there and play video games.' When I told him it was gone, he was so upset. I didn't think this 20-year-old boy would even care!
Khloe Kardashian
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My parents met at Fort Riley, Kan., during World War II. My father was an Army civilian; he had been trampled by a horse in his youth and couldn't enlist. My mother was studying to be a nurse and, when war broke out, joined the Women's Army Corps without even telling her parents.
Marillyn Hewson
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The word 'guru' is very loaded, so I would never refer to myself that way. I see myself as a teacher.
Gabrielle Bernstein
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The people I distrust most are those who want to improve our lives but have only one course of action.
Frank Herbert
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I find it extremely difficult talking about my songs because there's so many different things that can make a song come together.
Van Morrison
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I like to be at a party and be a quiet observer, be in conversation. I wouldn't say I was a class clown growing up, but I would definitely sit back in class and take snipes at the teacher.
Eric Stonestreet
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Look, why don't you go talk to Ron about all this?" Harry asked. "Well, I would, but he's always asleep when I go and see him!" said Lavender fretfully. "Is he?" said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron perfectly alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing.
Joanne Rowling
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It is the wicked deception of love that it begins by making us dwell not upon a woman in the outside world but upon a doll inside our head, the only woman who is always available in fact, the only one we shall ever possess, whom the arbitrary nature of memory, almost as absolute as that of the imagination, may have made as different from the real woman as the real Balbec had been from the Balbec I imagined- a dummy creation that little by little, to our own detriment, we shall force the real woman to resemble.
Marcel Proust
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Nichts ist höher schätzen als der Werth des Tages.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
