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After Quotes by Antonella Gambotto-Burke
- This human need for mysticism – surrender to an unknown truth, union – stands at the helm of all romantic feeling. It is, in essence,…
- The self-esteem of western women is founded on physical being (body mass index, youth, beauty). This creates a tricky emphasis on image, but the internalized…
- For years, I worked seven-day weeks, through birthdays and most public holidays, Christmases and New Year’s Eves included. I worked mornings and afternoons, resuming work…
More After Quotes
- The most radical revolutionary will become a conservative the day after the revolution. — Hannah Arendt
- It is in the very nature of things human that every act that has once made its appearance and has been recorded… — Hannah Arendt
- I wanted to get back to my style of 20 years ago after a long period of exploring horror and fantasy themes. — Dario Argento
- Men create gods after their own image, not only with regard to their form but with regard to their mode of life. — Aristotle
- Different men seek after happiness in different ways and by different means, and so make for themselves different modes of life and… — Aristotle
- I would not suggest the U.S. should sit down with the North Koreans bilaterally immediately after they've fired missiles - because the… — Richard Armitage
- Trust has to be earned, and should come only after the passage of time. — Arthur Ashe
- Creationists make it sound as though a 'theory' is something you dreamt up after being drunk all night. — Isaac Asimov
- In fact, I thought that Christianity was very a good and a very valuable thing for us. But after a while, I… — Chinua Achebe
- They have not always elected the best leaders, particularly after a long period in which they have not used this facility of… — Chinua Achebe
- A word after a word after a word is power. — Margaret Atwood
- Their mothers had finally caught up to them and been proven right. There were consequences after all but they were the consequences… — Margaret Atwood