Release Quotes
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A house is not a machine to live in. It is the shell of man, his extension, his release, his spiritual emanation.
Eileen Gray
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I shot this wonderful picture called American Saint a couple of years ago, which is still looking for release.
Vincent Schiavelli
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Nothing would please me more than if they were released in the next few days, but I don't want to raise the hopes of people detained.
Jack Straw
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When words are put together in fresh ways there is a pleasure-giving quality in language, which brings a release of endorphins.
William Collins
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Avoiding problems doesn't make them go away - you think it does, but it really doesn't. They're just postponed. Those problems just stay inside your subconscious and brew until your body gets to a point where it's had enough and decides to release some of the stress itself. That's what an anxiety attack is! It happens when you don't know how to vent your frustration, fears, stress, sadness, madness, whatever it is that bothers you, the things you should be confronting and getting closure with. If you don't confront these things and deal with them, your body does it for you.
Sully Erna
Godsmack
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What I had said in the morning was that this is what we know has happened, but there has been no significant off-site release. Only to find out moments later that, in fact, there had been an off-site release. I still haven't gotten over that.
William Scranton
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Let your imagination release your imprisoned possibilities
Robert H. Schuller
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It has a good script now, so we should have that one up and running next year for release in 2008.
Frank Marshall
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Songwriting is a great release. It helps me work through things.
Jo Dee Messina
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Only he who is man enough will release the woman in woman.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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You release more toxins from the body through a deep exhale than you do from anything else.
Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa
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Griffin, please,” she whispered. “Do you want me?” he asked. “Yes!” She tossed her head restlessly. She’d explode if he didn’t give her release soon. “Do you need me?” He kissed her nipple too gently. “Please, please, please.” “Do you love me?” And somehow, despite her extremis, she saw the gaping hole of the trap. She peered up at him blindly in the dark. She couldn’t see his face, his expression. “Griffin,” she sighed hopelessly. “You can’t say it, can you?” he whispered. “Can’t admit it either.
Elizabeth Hoyt
