Pablo Neruda Quotes
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling.
Pablo Neruda
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Life does not owe me a shred.
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Jack White
The White Stripes
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Rachel Sklar
The path of least resistance is the path of the loser.
H. G. Wells
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Caitlyn Jenner
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Olivier Theyskens
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Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin
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Octavia E. Butler
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John Lone
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Chen-Ning Yang
I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes, my rage, forgetting everything, I walk by, going through office buildings and orthopedic shops, and courtyards with washing hanging from the line: underwear, towels and shirts from which slow dirty tears are falling.
Pablo Neruda
