12 ordspråk av Josephine Baker
Josephine Baker
. . . I improvised, crazed by the music. . . . Even my teeth and eyes burned with fever. Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.
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A violinist had a violin, a painter his palette. All I had was myself. I was the instrument that I must care for.
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Beautiful? It's all a question of luck. I was born with good legs. As for the rest . . . beautiful, no. Amusing, yes.
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I believe in prayer. It's the best way we have to draw strength from heaven.
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I believe in prayer. It's the best way we have to draw strength from heaven.
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I like Frenchmen very much, because even when they insult you they do it so nicely.
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I was learning the importance of names -- having them, making them -- but at the same time I sensed the dangers. Recognition was followed by oblivion, a yawning maw whose victims disappeared without a trace.
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I wasn't really naked. I simply didn't have any clothes on.
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It [the Eiffel Tower] looked very different from the Statue of Liberty, but what did that matter? What was the good of having the statue without the liberty?
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Surely the day will come when color means nothing more than the skin tone, when religion is seen uniquely as a way to speak one's soul; when birth places have the weight of a throw of the dice and all men are born free, when understanding breeds love and brotherhood.
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The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains.
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The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains.
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