Carol Ann Duffy Quotes
This is the word tightrope. Now imaginea man, inching across it in the spacebetween our thoughts. He holds our breath.There is no word net.You want him to fall, don't you?I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.The word applause is written all over him.
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I'm a choreographer and I love watching 'The Bachelorette.'
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It is less difficult to bear misfortunes than to remain uncorrupted by pleasure.
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Justice is itself the great standing policy of civil society; and any eminent departure from it, under any circumstances, lies under the suspicion of being no policy at all.
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Sometimes I wonder where I am from. I am either way ahead or I come from another world. I don't recognise this world.
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The whole idea of television news or any kind of news is to inform people about things they need to know about.
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The next time you're driving from New York to Boston on I-95, you should make a little detour in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, to visit the Old Slater Mill national historic landmark. It's the site of what is considered to be the first successful water-powered textile spinning mill in America.
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If you can live in Vegas, or visit Vegas, and leave in one piece, still loving it and somehow laughing about it, you should spend at least part of your last night in town doing something that will serve you well no matter where you go next: thank your lucky stars.
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I admit I do have some drawbacks and limitations as a candidate. Although I am a professional comedian, some of my critics maintain that this is not enough. I cannot deny that I stand before you untested and inexperienced - I only spent two years in television, never as a romantic lead or a song and dance man.
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One time, I pranked my sister: I put red solo cups in her room on her floor and filled them with water. Then I put string all over so you couldn't get anywhere.
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The hits I had in the '80s - I made those deals directly with American companies.
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I don't have cable. I just never watched a lot of TV.
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Gran Metalik was a student in CMLL when I was there as a teenager, and I was in main events and big time matches, so I used to see him in the gym all the time.
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I love going to theatres and seeing honest little indie films I know nothing about... being surprised by a beautiful film I had no expectations about but just got lost in. I'd like to do more well-written indies. I don't know exactly what my dream role will be yet, but it's somewhere within that realm.
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I think in the bullpen you can tell during your warmups, if you have a good feel for it. But anything can happen once you get into a game. Sometimes you just wind up throwing it better than ever before one day without knowing why.
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When it is a question of God's almighty Spirit, never say, 'I can't.'
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If once you forfeit the confidence of your fellow-citizens, you can never regain their respect and esteem.
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I found L.A. much less responsive to the name Juilliard than New York was. In New York, that name actually means something. People will look up from their desks when you walk in. In L.A. it's, 'Oh yeah, that's a music school. What do you play?'
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Zionism is a revolutionary process. And in a revolution, you must be ready not to think too much about sentiments or human weaknesses.
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It is better to be unfaithful than to be faithful without wanting to be.
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I think any song should sound good just played on a solitary instrument with the vocal. If you have those basics you have all you need. The production then just polishes that idea into the finished thing.
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The user is the content of any situation, whether its driving a car, or wearing clothes or watching a show. The user is content.
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Painting isn't a question of sensibility; it's a matter of seizing the power, taking over from nature, not expecting her to supply you with information and good advice.
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Autumnal -- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day ... Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it ... Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth -- reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.
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This is the word tightrope. Now imaginea man, inching across it in the spacebetween our thoughts. He holds our breath.There is no word net.You want him to fall, don't you?I guessed as much; he teeters but succeeds.The word applause is written all over him.
