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Quote by Diane Arbus
Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to c

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain. – Diane Arbus

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It gets to seem as if way back in the Garden of Eden after the Fall, Adam and Eve had begged the Lord to forgive them and He, in his boundless exasperation, had said, All right, then. Stay. Stay in the Garden. Get civilized. Procreate. Muck it up. And they did. – Diane Arbus

Category:
Paradise, Utopia
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Diane Arbus
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Theres a quality of legend about freaks. Like a person in a fairy tale who stops you and demands that you answer a riddle. – Diane Arbus

Category:
Fairy Tales
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Diane Arbus
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Most people go through life dreading theyll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. Theyve already passed their test in life. Theyre aristocrats. – Diane Arbus

Category:
Experience
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Diane Arbus
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Change
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The personal things should be left out of platforms at conventions. You can argue yourself blue in the face, and youre not going to change each others minds. Its a waste of your time and my time. – Barbara Bush

Category:
Change

There is nothing so stable as change. – Bob Dylan

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Change

When you are through changing, you are through. – Bruce Barton

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Change

You dont have to be the Dalai Lama to tell people that lifes about change. – John Cleese

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Change

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If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear? – Confucius

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The body is an instrument which only gives off music when it is used as a body. – Anaïs Nin

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I love to cook comfort food. Ill make fish and vegetables or meat and vegetables and potatoes or rice. The ritual of it is fun for me, and the creativity of it. – Reese Witherspoon

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So the struck eagle, stretchd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wingd the shaft that quiverd in his heart. – Lord (George Gordon) Byron

Category:
Irony