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Dobrina Quotes By William James

Faith is synonymous with working hypothesis. — William James

Dobrina Quotes By Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

Perform with elan, brilliance and dash - at concert pitch. — Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

Dobrina Quotes By Carly Phillips

It was like some unseen force telling me you were it. Not to let you go. And every time I saw you with him ... I couldn't breathe. — Carly Phillips

Dobrina Quotes By Jessica Lave

[Hannah:] Here is to Rylie Cates: May your pens never run out of ink, your computer never run out of power, and your brain never run out of brilliant ideas. — Jessica Lave

Dobrina Quotes By Terry Pratchett

Same with gorillas. Whoops, they say, sky gone all red, stars crashing to ground, what they putting in the bananas these days? — Terry Pratchett

Dobrina Quotes By John Ruskin

A splendour of miscellaneous spirits. — John Ruskin

Dobrina Quotes By Victoria Legrand

We feel more and more intensely about the music we make. It's unexpected, and not always what you would think of in Beach House. It's all art in the end. We aren't making records because we have to; it's because it's what we want to express. — Victoria Legrand

Dobrina Quotes By Denis Norden

What is a harp but an oversized cheese slicer with cultural pretensions? — Denis Norden

Dobrina Quotes By Sam Altman

So you should always stay on top of people's vesting schedules. — Sam Altman

Dobrina Quotes By Franz Kafka

And besides, can't I do it the way I always used to as a child in matters that were dangerous? I don't even need to go to the country myself, it isn't necessary. I'll send my clothed body. If it staggers out of the door of my room, the staggering will indicate not fear but its nothingness. Nor is it excitement if it stumbles on the stairs, if it travels in the country, sobbing as it goes, and there eats its supper in tears. For I myself am meanwhile lying in my bed, smoothly covered over with the yellow-brown blanket, exposed to the breeze that is wafted through the seldom-aired room. The carriages and people in the street move and walk hesitantly on shining ground, for I am still dreaming. — Franz Kafka