#once

Leonardo Da Vinci combined art and science and aesthetics and engineering, that kind of unity is needed once again. ↗

— Ben Shneiderman

#art #combined #engineering #kind #leonardo

Once in a while, I try to sneak in something less known anyway. ↗

— Bobby Short

#i #known #less #once #sneak

No one yet knows what a man's province is, and how far that province, as conceived of today, is artificial. ↗

— Agnes Smedley

#conceived #far #how #how far #knows

I don't listen to my own records a lot. Once in a while - to check out my mistakes. Because you can always see a spot or two in the record where you could have done better. So you more or less study this way. ↗

— Ben Webster

#because #better #check #could #done

Love and trust and justice, concern for the poor, that's being pushed to the margins, and you can see it. ↗

— Cornel West

#concern #justice #love #margins #poor

I'm more concerned with getting them to find and strengthen their original voice as writers rather than imposing my own subjective tastes, judgements or sensibility on the project. ↗

— Douglas Wood

#find #getting #i #imposing #judgements

The type of contract between players and producers is, I feel, antiquated in form and abstract in concept. We have no privacies which producers cannot invade, they trade us like cattle, boss us like children. ↗

— Teresa Wright

#antiquated #between #boss #cannot #cattle

Things are better now that the attention has subsided a bit, and I'm happier. Now I can concentrate on what I'm supposed to do, that is, training and running. Despite everything that's happened, I feel like I'm still the same person. ↗

— Liu Xiang

#better #better now #bit #concentrate #despite

He sat me down. He said he was incomplete. He thinks true love's gonna get him back on his feet. He said you only find love once in your life. So I guess when you find it you're gonna hold it right? You'll hold it right? ↗

— Tegan Quin

#love #once-in-your-life #one-true-love #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara

To his surprise he felt a moment of regret, of sadness that his quest for his mother and father would soon be over. As long as he searched for them he was prepared to be hungry and ill, but now that the search had ended he felt saddened by the memory of all he had been through, and of how much he had changed. He was closer now to the ruined battlefields and this fly-infested truck, to the nine sweet potatoes in the sack below the driver's seat, even in a sense to the detention center, than he would ever be again to his house in Amherst Avenue. ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#concentration-camps #nine-sweet-potatoes #world-war-two #change