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Don't wait until your energy runs out before you take a much needed step back to assess the situation. — Auliq Ice

I prayed a lot. That's all I had in the gym; that was the thing I could turn to. — Dominique Moceanu

My mother was a Bloomsbury figure: a great friend of TS Eliot, Duncan Grant, Vanessa Bell. My grandmother, Mary Hutchinson, gave her life to works of art, being an admirer of Matisse and Giaometti, whom I collected as a young man because of her. — Jacob Rothschild

Interrogation is largely a process of rebirth done in the clumsiest fashion possible, a system in which the midwife attempts to deliver the same baby a dozen times in a dozen different ways. — Martin Cruz Smith

Important things are inevitably cliche, but nobody wants to admit that. — Chuck Klosterman

A French proverb says 'Wait until it is night before saying that it has been a fine day.' To tell it more precise, wait till the clock strikes the midnight! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech. — George Bernard Shaw

The moment a man stops dreaming is the moment he petrifies inside. — Roger Ebert

If there's anything I have learned since returning to Congress, it's that talk is still cheap, progress is still slow, and our liberties continue to erode every day. — Matt Salmon

Not even Ares battles against necessity. — Sophocles

I think that the activism I've become involved with informs and enhances my life in a lot of ways, and definitely career-wise. This record wouldn't exist [without that activism], for one. — Thao Nguyen

The poet must always, in every instance, have the vibrant word ... that by it's trenchancy can so wound my soul that it whimpers ... One must know and recognize not merely the direct but the secret power of the word; one must be able to give one's writing unexpected effects. It must have a hectic, anguished vehemence, so that it rushes past like a gust of air, and it must have a latent, roistering tenderness so that it creeps and steals one's mind; it must be able to ring out like a sea-shanty in a tremendous hour, in the time of the tempest, and it must be able to sigh like one who, in tearful mood, sobs in his inmost heart. — Knut Hamsun