Quotes & Sayings About Letting Go Of The Past And Focusing On The Future
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I miss Brighton enormously, enormously. There is so much I miss, including rain. I miss the verdant countryside. — Cate Blanchett

I read cover to cover every jazz publication that I could and in the New York Times, every single day reading their jazz reviews even though I didn't put them in the films. I wanted to know what is going on. — Ken Burns

Having our voices heard in the wilderness is akin to sharing our souls. Angelina J. Windsor — Angelina J. Windsor

No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love. — Edvard Munch

I thought back to Europe, where this journey began, then to Berkeley and even Madison, where the plans were first hatched. I thought about how the road led through Amsterdam, Paris and Greece, how for Guy and Sarah it continued through Central Asia, and how for me it detoured through East Africa. I thought about how many people had started off on this same journey, and how few had made it this far. I thought about how, of all the possible destinations this was the farthest outpost, the most remote spot of all - Kathmandu was the end of the road. — Terry Tarnoff

Matthew gave her such a hurt, wistful, nobly forbearing, and absolutely infuriating look that if Caroline had been a rich aunt she would have cut him out of her will on the spot. — Jude Morgan

system that overcompensates is necessarily in overshooting mode, — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Murder in a small town is always more than a paragraph in the local paper. In a place so insulated, where lives are so small and gone about so quietly, violent death hangs in the air - tinting everything crimson, weaving itself into the shimmering heat that rises off the winding asphalt roads at noon. It oozes from taps and runs through the gas pumps. It sits at the dinner table, murmuring in urgent low tones under the clinking of glassware. — Kat Rosenfield