Part Quotes
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There is an American tragedy in which we all have played a part.
Gerald Rudolph Ford Jr.
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I love being a part of the country-music community.
Taylor Swift
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Being part of the fashion world, I'm definitely not a fashion victim. If the style that's going on at that moment suits me, I might integrate it slightly into my look. I'm someone with my own unique style.
Talisa Soto
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Here's the thing: I fell impossibly in love with the Internet from the minute I saw it in action in the early 1990s. From that moment on, I have studied it, analyzed it, reported on it, and, mostly, have not been without it as a part of my daily life since.
Kara Swisher
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Having glimpsed a small part of life, men rise up and disappear as smoke, knowing only what each one has learned.
Empedocles
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Part of me wants to stay involved in wrestling, because I love it. But the thing I loved most about it was the wrestling part of it. I didn't get into it to be famous or to be a TV star: I got into it because I loved the act of wrestling.
Daniel Bryan
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The part that I really love is musical, but also part of it is cultural. That’s just a fact. The culture that usually surrounds me, I’ve always found it very vain, narcissistic, and immature. There’s just nothing rebellious, as far as I’m concerned, about a leather jacket.
John McCrea
Cake
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The hardest part of living is loving
'Cause loving turns to leaving every time
And the hardest part of leaving is living
Life is hard when love is so unkind
Allison Moorer
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There is not one but many silences, and they are an integral part of the strategies that underlie and permeate discourses.
Michel Foucault
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Coaching is easy. Winning is the hard part.
Elgin Baylor
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There's part of me that is a strict materialist.
David Grubbs
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Morning is the best part of the day for walking. The air is freshest then, the earth sweetest. The flowers preen themselves after their bath of dew, and stand erect with rare self-assurance, proud of their bright clean colours. The birds are happiest in the morning, and most lively then. They dart across the path before you, wheel and soar above the trees, swoop unerringly to their nests. They chatter and chirrup and sing in unending chorus, blithely contented and gay, and so very very glad to be alive.
Alfred Wainwright