#maria

I'm not the next anyone, I'm the first Maria Sharapova. ↗

— Maria Sharapova

#first #i #maria #next

I lost myself in the process and I realized how much I had identified myself with Maria Shriver, newswoman. When that was gone, I had to really sit back and go, 'Well, actually, who am I today?' ↗

— Maria Shriver

#am #back #go #gone #had

Esteem him! Like him! Cold-hearted Elinor! Oh! worse than cold-hearted! Ashamed of being otherwise. Use those words again, and I will leave the room this moment. ↗

— Jane Austen

#literature #love #marianne-dashwood #quote #sense-sensibility

The alarm in the morning? Well, I have an old tape of Carlo Maria Giulini conducting the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra in a perfectly transcendent version in Shubert's seventh symphony. And I've rigged it up so that at exactly 7:30 every morning it falls from the ceiling onto my face. ↗

— Stephen Fry

#carlo-maria-giulini #humor #mornings #music #schubert

Elle avait supplié Dieu de lui concéder au moins un instant afin qu'il ne s'en allât pas sans savoir combien elle l'avait aimé par-delà leurs doutes à tous les deux, et senti un désir irrésistible de recommencer sa vie avec lui depuis le début afin qu'ils pussent se dire tout ce qu'autrefois ils avaient peut-être mal fait. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#manque #mariage #mort #love

A woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again. ↗

— Jane Austen

#marianne-dashwood #inspirational

If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with. ↗

— Maria V. Snyder

#dystopian #dystopian-fiction #good-book #inside-out #insider

I think of someone like Mariah Carey as a singer. ↗

— Graham Coxon

#i #i think #like #mariah #mariah carey

I'd just recorded it in Mariah Carey's studio. THey thought the song was perfect for Nina, because she's so shy, so it was nice to have that connection with Nina in the song. It was special. ↗

— Delta Goodrem

#carey #connection #i #just #mariah

How they are all about, these gentlemen In chamberlains' apparel, stocked and laced, Like night around their order's star and gem And growing ever darker, stony-faced, And these, their ladies, fragile, wan, but propped High by their bodice, one hand loosely dropped, Small like its collar, on the toy King-Charles: How they surround each one of these who stopped To read and contemplate the objects d'art, Of which some pieces still are theirs, not ours. Whit exquisite decorum they allow us A life of whose dimensions we seem sure And which they cannot grasp. They were alive To bloom, that is be fair; we, to mature, That is to be of darkness and to strive. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#introspection #maturity #poetry #rainer-maria-rilke #rilke