Alfred Worden Quotes
Quietly, like a night bird, floating, soaring, wingless. We glide from shore to shore, curving and falling but not quite touching; Earth: a distant memory seen in an instant of repose, crescent shaped, ethereal, beautiful, I wonder which part is home, but I know it doesn't matter... the bond is there in my mind and memory; Earth: a small, bubbly balloon hanging delicately in the nothingness of space.
Alfred Worden
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Every one who has a heart and eyes sees that you, working men, are obliged to pass your lives in want and in hard labor, which is useless to you, while other men, who do not work, enjoy the fruits of your labor-that you are the slaves of these men, and that this ought not to exist.
Leo Tolstoy
As the flashbulbs burst she holds a smile Like someone would hold a crying child Soon everybody will ask what became of you Your heart was dying fast and you didn't know what to do.
Ben Gibbard
Death Cab for Cutie
With a tongue like a razor he will kissthe mother, the child,and we three will color the stars blackin memory of his motherwho kept him chained to the food treeor turned him on and off like a water faucetand made women through all these hazy yearsthe enemy with a heart of lies.
Anne Sexton
I can't just react on the strength of an email and three pages of synopsis, and say I'm going to take off for three months of my life.
Emmanuelle Beart
My driving force is spirituality.
Debra Wilson
It is a paradox that far too few Americans participate in the wonderful ritual of democracy that we call Election Day.
Brad Henry
My mom died when I was 11 years old.
Daystar Peterson
Whenever the names of the disciples are enumerated in the New Testament, St. Peter's stands at their head.
John Strachan
One must be something to be able to do something.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The world cannot live without the Arctic; it affects every living thing on Earth and acts as a virtual thermostat, reflecting sunlight and cooling the planet.
Philippe Cousteau, Jr.
There were no theatre facilities at the comp that I went to, but I did have amazing teachers who never stopped encouraging me.
Faye Marsay
Quietly, like a night bird, floating, soaring, wingless. We glide from shore to shore, curving and falling but not quite touching; Earth: a distant memory seen in an instant of repose, crescent shaped, ethereal, beautiful, I wonder which part is home, but I know it doesn't matter... the bond is there in my mind and memory; Earth: a small, bubbly balloon hanging delicately in the nothingness of space.
Alfred Worden
