Quote by Liza Minnelli
What good is sitting all alone in your room? - Liza Minnelli

What good is sitting all alone in your room? – Liza Minnelli

Other quotes by Liza Minnelli

Ive said it before, but its absolutely true: My mother gave me my drive, but my father gave me my dreams. Thanks to him, I could see a future. – Liza Minnelli

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Dreams
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I know that. Im having a ball. Im not slap happy. Im just filled up with joy and with peace and with all kinds of things that have eluded me for quite a few years. And theyre back and theyre thriving. – Liza Minnelli

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Peace
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alone
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Its time to end the cruel slaughter of whales and leave these magnificent creatures alone. – Paul McCartney

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alone

I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best. – Frida Kahlo

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alone

This is the highest wisdom that I own freedom and life are earned by those alone who conquer them each day anew. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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alone

People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all. – Annie Dillard

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alone

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Its funny: Im a lifelong musician, but because I principally play the piano its been a solitary thing. – Gary Oldman

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What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew. – Robert Browning

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While also, importantly, not wanting to dumb it down or pretend the days of difficult poetry are over, because we live in a pluralist culture and theres room for difficult poetry alongside rap and everything else. And poetry wont be for everyone, but everyone should have the choice. – Andrew Motion

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