#wick

The pit of a theatre is the one place where the tears of virtuous and wicked men alike are mingled. ↗

— Denis Diderot

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Just the type of music that was around at the same time as I was writing. Some of it was wicked, definitely. But there was just one direction which I thought could be pushed that no one was pushing. ↗

— Tom Jenkinson

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If you desire to be good, begin by believing that you are wicked. ↗

— Epictetus

#believing #desire #good #wicked #you

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country? ↗

— Sitting Bull

#because #born #country #die #father

To punish a man because we infer from the nature of some doctrine which he holds, or from the conduct of other persons who hold the same doctrines with him, that he will commit a crime, is persecution, and is, in every case, foolish and wicked. ↗

— Thomas Babington Macaulay

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On sand, you can never be sure of anything. An ordinary shot can take a wicked deflection at the last moment. ↗

— Eric Cantona

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In the mean time I worship God, laying every wrong action under an interdict which I endeavour to respect, and I loathe the wicked without doing them any injury. ↗

— Giacomo Casanova

#any #doing #endeavour #every #god

Edie Sedgwick (1943-1971) I don't know how she did it. Fire She was shaking all over. It took her hours to put her make-up on. But she did it. Even the false eye-lashes. She ordered gin with triple limes. Then a limosine. Everyone knew she was the real heroine of Blonde on Blonde. oh it isn't fair oh it isn't fair how her ermine hair turned men around she was white on white so blonde on blonde and her long long legs how I used to beg to dance with her but I never had a chance with her oh it isn't fair how her ermine hair used to swing so nice used to cut the air how all the men used to dance with her I never got a chance with her though I really asked her down deep where you do really dream in the mind reading love I'd get inside her move and we'd turn around and she'd turn around and turn the head of everyone in town her shaking shaking glittering bones second blonde child after brian jones oh it isn't fair how I dreamed of her and she slept and she slept forever and I'll never dance with her no never she broke down like a baby like a baby girl like a lady with ermine hair oh it isn't fair and I'd like to see her rise again her white white bones with baby brian jones baby brian jones like blushing baby dolls ↗

— Patti Smith

#in-memoriam #poem #poetry #poetry-quotes #tribute

To see and listen to the wicked is already the beginning of wickedness. ↗

— Confucius

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The good die young but not always. The wicked prevail but not consistently. I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre. ↗

— Helen Hayes

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