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My mother had a son from previous marriage and her husband died in

My mother had a son from previous marriage and her husband died in Second World War. – Mikhail Baryshnikov

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I was very restless. I really wanted to be a part of a kind of a progressive society. I was fed up with these Communist doctrines and you were hassled all the time with members of the Party committee who were KGB, what you have to do, where in the West you can go or not to go. – Mikhail Baryshnikov

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When Im alone, I work sometimes with music, sometimes without and sometimes just listening to NPR. – Mikhail Baryshnikov

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Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it. – Helen Rowland

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One of the good things that come of a true marriage is, that there is one face on which changes come without your seeing them; or rather there is one face which you can still see the same, through all the shadows which years have gathered upon it. – George MacDonald

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What Ive learned about marriage: You need to have each others back you have to be a kind of team going through life. – Tom Petty

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You cant have a happy family if you dont have a happy marriage. – Jeremy Sisto

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Im sick of playing romantic leads. – John Corbett

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Our plans protect freedom and opportunity, and our blueprint is the Constitution of the United States. – Mitt Romney

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The story of his youth was a series of bitternesses, as is the case with almost all distinguished men. Poverty sits by their cradle, and keeps watch over them till they have grown up; and this lean nurse remains their true companion through life. – Heinrich Heine

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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. – Jean Cocteau

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