Own Quotes
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When I'm trying to write a song for someone else, you can only see anything through your own eyes.
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Could there ever be a more wonderful story than your own?
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When I started writing, I didn't have the common sense to use a pseudonym, so I write under my own name. If I did have a pen name, though, it would be something very historical - something that sounds very sort of Regency... Sophia something.
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Love will find its way through all languages on its own.
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You can't say no if you don't have desires and opinions and wants of your own. You wouldn't even want to. No is the heart of thinking.
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Not a lot of bands get to go out on their own terms.
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Some people do better on their own. I don't.
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The Prophet said: Prayer in congregation is twenty-five levels better than a prayer offered on one’s own.
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Editing is work, and it's hard to do while working on one's own writing.
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I'm fourteen years old; that's almost half-way to thirty. I need my own space.
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I just really like to find my own ideas.
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Performance shots are a waste of time, they look like everyone else's. If you want to shoot a performer, then grab them, own them, you have to own people, then twist them into what you want to say about them.
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I came to love, I came into my own.
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The more you own, the more it owns you.
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You own me, because you are me.
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It makes it a lot easier when you can make your own decisions.
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Become Your Own Hero.
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Most women are more into real estate than sex. They want to own you.
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The blood has run long enough. We have to care about the little people. It is not adults that own this world — it is the children.
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People make their own luck.
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I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.
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Best way to rob a bank is to own one.
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The worst storms were the ones that changed you. The ones you remembered not for how bad they objectively were, but for how much damage they did to your own world. Banners, planted in memory.
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We’re kissing again, bathed in the light of the streetlamp overhead and the constellations we have yet to name below us. We’re writing our own script. And the light we’re going to build together will drown out every million-year-old star that insists we cannot be.
