Eugene Field Quotes
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.
Eugene Field
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That's definitely more of a classic sound. We've been encouraging him to do it for quite some time and I'm glad that he's finally come to his senses and has decided to show the world how great he can rip on that thing.
David Draiman
Disturbed
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All our knowledge begins with the senses...
Immanuel Kant
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They can't yank a novelist like they can a pitcher. A novelist has to go the full nine, even if it kills him.
Ernest Hemingway
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I don't try to imagine a personal God; it suffices to stand in awe at the structure of the world, insofar as it allows our inadequate senses to appreciate it.
Albert Einstein
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Close your mouth,
block off your senses,
blunt your sharpness,
untie your knots,
soften your glare,
settle your dust.
This is the primal identity.
Lao Tzu
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In a letter from Bath to her sister, Cassandra, one senses her frustration at her sheltered existence, Tuesday, 12 May 1801. Another stupid party . . . with six people to look on, and talk nonsense to each other.
Jane Austen
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It is difficult to resist a force of nature, Maman. His seduction is like all my senses struck by bolts of lightning.
Nicole Jordan
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I learned the hard way. When I started hitting home runs, I thought, I can hit these pitches. Then I started thinking, if I can do this, I can hit the pitch four inches outside or four inches up. I expanded the zone and got myself out. Pitchers are smart. If they find out they don't have to throw strikes, they won't.
Carlos Delgado
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The man who is greatest and most blessed and joyful is one whose life most closely approaches the pattern of Christ. This has nothing to do with earthly wealth, power, or prestige. The only true test of greatness, blessedness, joyfulness is how close can a life come to being like the Master, Jesus Christ. He is the right way, the full truth, and the abundant life.
Ezra Taft Benson
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We are addicted to our egotism, our likes and dislikes and prejudices, and depend upon them for our own sense of identity.
Karen Armstrong
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How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.
Eugene Field