Povolna Quotes & Sayings
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As with any art, you create it [drumming] out of something that isn't there. It's very architectural. It's the architecture of whatever piece of music I'm playing. I think the whole idea of drumming is to allow other people around you to more easily express themselves. — Max Weinberg
Oh that simplicity and innocence its own unvalued work so seldom knows! — Percy Bysshe Shelley
Behind his eyes was emotional pain because I had hurt him. I was in pain because he had crossed me. "Boss, — Jessica N. Watkins
The sale of sex in modern societies is not about spreading genes. Sex has been taken over by the memes. — Susan Blackmore
The question is asked in ignorance, by one who does not even know what can have led him to ask it. — Soren Kierkegaard
But I don't want to sing everything out of the side of my mouth, I want people to understand what I mean. — Randy Newman
Denying emotion is not avoiding the high curbs, it's never taking your car out of the garage. It's safe in there, but you'll never go anywhere. — Brene Brown
Whenever an actor was going to die, I tried to help them understand not to take it personally. It wasn't about them. It's the story. — Wendell Pierce
You need feeling, emotion, to create. You can't create out of indifference. — Leo Tolstoy
Electronic music used pure sounds, completely calibrated. You had to think digitally, as it were, in a way that allowed you to extend serial ideas into other parameters through technology. — Luc Ferrari
Disturbers are never popular - nobody ever really loved an alarm clock in action, no matter how grateful he may have been afterwards for its kind services! — Nellie L. McClung
Certainly I see no reason why society should prevent grieving parents from having a baby cloned from the cells of a dead child if they wish. — Gregory Benford
Never take advice from a donkey. — Bryce Courtenay
For ever so our thoughtful hearts repeatOn fields of triumph dirges of defeat;And still we turn on gala-days to treadAmong the rustling memories of the dead. — Henry Van Dyke