M. L. Stedman Quotes
When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.
M. L. Stedman
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Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not sound; And thus it is that what I feel, Here in this room, desiring you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music.
Wallace Stevens
I have a good team around me. I have people I trust around me. If I go the wrong way, they will yell at me. Just as they have in the past.
Bubba Watson
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Clothes are a story you choose to tell about yourself, a different one every day.
Catherynne M. Valente
When he wakes sometimes from dark dreams of broken cradles, and compasses without bearings, he pushes the unease down, lets the daylight contradict it. And isolation lulls him with the music of the lie.
M. L. Stedman
