Quote by Ivo Andric
Sadness is also a kind of defence. - Ivo Andric

Sadness is also a kind of defence. – Ivo Andric

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If people would know how little brain is ruling the world, they would die of fear. – Ivo Andric

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Between the fear that something would happen and the hope that still it wouldnt, there is much more space than one thinks. On that narrow, hard, bare and dark space a lot of us spend their lives. – Ivo Andric

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My father comes from a generation of film that actors my age dont even know about, which is really sad. – Amber Tamblyn

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I know that some endeavor to throw the mantle of romance over the subject and treat woman like some ideal existence, not liable to the ills of life. Let those deal in fancy who have nothing better to deal in we have to do with sober, sad realities, with stubborn facts. – Ernestine Rose

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The question I love to get asked is: Whats the hardest part of your job? And literally, the answer is probably real sad, but its to just to be me. Like, its really hard, because I think people, you know, have a set idea of what a pop star should be. – Kelly Clarkson

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Music videos are notoriously long, not fun, grueling. You are known there as a dancer and its kind of sad because dancers, in a lot of ways, are under-appreciated and kind of under-respected when it come to that so they dont necessarily treat you in a nice way when you do a music video. – Jenna Dewan

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