Chuck Knox Quotes
Don't bemoan your fate. Everybody's not going to be dealt the same hand. Everybody's going to go through tough times.
Chuck Knox
Quotes to Explore
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A man should be just cultured enough to be able to look with suspicion upon culture at first, not second hand.
Samuel Butler
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Maintaining a sense of humor is key to getting people to also focus on the crises at hand.
Hailey Gates
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For all of my fortune, there are many with misfortune that need a hand.
Laura San Giacomo
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When I first ran, being a woman in politics was seen as both a negative and also a positive. You could attract more women voters, but on the other hand, a lot of men wouldn't vote for you.
Tammy Duckworth
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You still stand watch, O human star, burning without a flicker, perfect flame, bright and resourceful spirit. Each of your rays a great idea - O torch which passes from hand to hand, from age to age, world without end.
Karel Capek
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What you've got to do is recognize that you don't control everything for a start, you've got to play the cards you're dealt, the hand of cards you're dealt, as best you can, and that's what I always seek to do.
Malcolm Turnbull
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Every great culture has cared a lot, one way or another, about the fate of its girls.
Caitlin Flanagan
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The historical importance of a composer does not always go hand in hand with the quality of their work.
Daniel Barenboim
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The Florida Supreme Court wanted all the legal votes to be counted. The United States Supreme Court, on the other hand, did not want all the votes to be counted.
Vincent Bugliosi
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American policy seems to be wed to a perpetual state of war. Why? History shows that the world will always be in flux or turmoil, with different peoples competing for visibility and power. The U.S. cannot fix the fate of every nation.
Camille Paglia
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The record shows that I've kept a very steady hand on the helm throughout some enormous challenges.
Kate Brown
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Her left hand reminded her of its existence, and she looked round to see what was scratching the heel of her hand. It was a tiny thistle, crouched in a crack in the sandstone, barely lifting its colorless spikes into the light and wind. It nodded stiffly as the wind blew, resisting the wind, rooted in rock. She gazed at it for a long time.
Ursula K. Le Guin
