Leaving Quotes
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Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Edmund Waller
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Music can bring about different vibes on the field, off the field, urban life, going to church, leaving church. Everything the world may bring, there's a song for it to put you in the right frame of mind.
Cam Newton
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I don't have specific music for when I'm writing. I'm usually listening to the same playlist or 'artist' before I arrive at the computer as when I'm walking somewhere after leaving the computer.
Tao Lin
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Well, the first War of the Machines seems to be drawing to its final inconclusive chapter - leaving, alas, everyone the poorer, many bereaved or maimed and millions dead, and only one thing triumphant: the Machines. As the servants of the Machine are becoming a privileged class, the Machines are going to be enormously more powerful. What's their next move?
J. R. R. Tolkien
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A novelist's lack of awareness of and critical distance to his own body of work is due to a phenomenon that I have noticed in myself and many others: as soon as it is written, every new book erases the last one, leaving me with the impression that I have forgotten it.
Patrick Modiano
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It would be immoral to walk away from the consequences of our actions, leaving behind anarchy and civil war in Iraq.
Kenneth Clarke
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Good writers are in the business of leaving signposts saying, Tour my world, see and feel it through my eyes; I am your guide.
Larry King
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I definitely had a hard time leaving for college because I'm not much of a risk-taker.
Rainbow Rowell
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The '60s were a remarkable time because several things were happening at once. Men were leaving planet Earth, kids were breaking into the television age, and I was able to see Neil Armstrong walking on the moon.
John M. Grunsfeld
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What I'm trying to do is to use my hologram at the same time in multiple locations, so I can be in front of thousands of people without leaving my office.
Pierre Nanterme
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Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted.
L.A. Weatherly
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Irish people give big hellos and very little goodbyes. Unless they're female, and then they spend five hours talking in the doorway to the person that's leaving their house.
Dylan Moran
