Sara Teasdale Quotes
Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still. Giving light, dying.
Sara Teasdale
Quotes to Explore
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People with a lot of money aren't in the business of throwing it away, and those paying footballers' wages, organising parking spaces for dead sharks, and even, dare I say it, buying iPads, are doing it because, for them, it's worth the money.
Ian Watson
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When we think back at our youth, we always remember the feeling of freedom... that you actually believe in the world. Even if it goes well for you in life, you can never attain that freedom in your imagination of what you think life could be. We are tainted.
Daniel Espinosa
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With 'Game of Thrones,' there are no real limitations.
Nathalie Emmanuel
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Millions of animals are euthanized every year because shelters can't find homes for them. Buying animals from pet stores also tends to support puppy and cat mills, many of which have deplorable conditions for animals, which shouldn't be tolerated.
Laura Mennell
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Westerners, more than most Asians, are prone to feelings of fear, self-hatred, and unworthiness.
Jack Kornfield
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The process, not the results, have to be the reason a writer writes. Otherwise, creating a four-hundred-page novel is just too daunting a task.
Nancy Kress
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You think I wuh-wuh-wuh-want to stay in here? You think I wouldn't like a con-con-vertible and a guh-guh-girl friend? But did you ever have people l-l-laughing at you? No, because you're so b-big and so tough! Well, I'm not big and tough.
Ken Kesey
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For many families, gift-giving is a major source of stress - the relentless commercialism, the whining demands, the financial pressure.
Adam Mansbach
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For me, poetry is a form of activism. And that word enables the labelers, and also gives them a rash.
Fady Joudah
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After a few mouthfuls of moon-flavored air, even the stubbornly drowsy can find themselves wide-eyed.. All the normal noises of life were gone, leaving behind the secretive sounds, the shy sounds, the whispers and conversations of moss disputing with grass over some soft piece of earth, or the hummingbird snoring.
N.D. Wilson
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Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, In the dawn clouds flying, How good to go, light into light, and still. Giving light, dying.
Sara Teasdale
