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The world is a country which nobody ever yet knew by description; one must travel through it one's self to be acquainted with it. ↗

— Lord Chesterfield

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Myth is an attempt to narrate a whole human experience, of which the purpose is too deep, going too deep in the blood and soul, for mental explanation or description. ↗

— David Herbert Lawrence

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The only description for Nolan in the script was that he's a very bad dresser. I put on a red windbreaker and every other ugly, ill-fitting thing I could dig out. He was potentially written as a clean-cut nerd, but I wanted a darker spin. ↗

— Gabriel Mann

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War is wretched beyond description, and only a fool or a fraud could sentimentalize its cruel reality. ↗

— John McCain

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The mathematical framework of quantum theory has passed countless successful tests and is now universally accepted as a consistent and accurate description of all atomic phenomena. ↗

— Erwin Schrodinger

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I started formal piano training when I was 4. From there I had little violas, and I had dancing lessons of every sort and description, and painting lessons. I had German. And shorthand. ↗

— Twyla Tharp

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I think Morse's thing about being a poor policeman but a good detective is a very good description of him. ↗

— John Thaw

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Pale hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a face mortal females considered a sensual feast. They didn't know the man was actually a devil in angel's skin. They should have, though. He practically glowed with irreverence, and there was an unholy gleam in his green eyes that proclaimed he would laugh in your face while cutting out your heat. Or laugh in your face while you cut out his heart. ↗

— Gena Showalter

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The day was gray, the color of Europe. ↗

— Markus Zusak

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I used to wonder why Lucy liked those songs so much. You know what I mean? She sits in the dark and listens and cries. Music does that to her...I didn't understand for a long time. But I do now. The sad songs are a safe hurt. It's a diversion. It's controlled. And maybe it helps you imagine that real pain will be like that. But it's not. Lucy knows that, of course. You can't prepare for real pain. You just have to let it rip you apart. ↗

— Harlan Coben

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