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Quote by Yakov Smirnoff
We may have forgotten how to feel. Nobody is teaching us how to li

We may have forgotten how to feel. Nobody is teaching us how to live happily ever after, as weve heard in fairy tales. – Yakov Smirnoff

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My father described this tall lady who stands in the middle of the New York harbor, holding high a torch to welcome people seeking freedom in America. I instantly fell in love. – Yakov Smirnoff

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Freedom
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Yakov Smirnoff
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I like American women. They do things sexually Russian girls never dream of doing – like showering. – Yakov Smirnoff

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It is by teaching that we teach ourselves, by relating that we observe, by affirming that we examine, by showing that we look, by writing that we think, by pumping that we draw water into the well. – Henri Frederic Amiel

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