Arthur Symons Quotes
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?How soft is this one, how subtle this is,How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is,As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice;How this one clings and how that unclosesFrom bud to flower in the way of roses.
Arthur Symons
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Events at home, at work, in the street - these are the bases for a story.
Naguib Mahfouz
Other than marriage, she doesn't control me and I don't control her.
Gavyn Davies
Oh my God, there are so many songs I wish I had written. 'Waters of March,' I wish I had written 'My Baby Just Cares for Me,' I wish I had written 'This Will Be Our Year,' I mean, there's millions of them. 'Wouldn't It Be Nice?'
Zooey Deschanel
If we are really serious about preventing another crisis like the 2008 meltdown, we should simply ban complex financial instruments unless they can be unambiguously shown to benefit society in the long run.
Ha-Joon Chang
I was surrounded by women and all I would hear is of them complaining about their shoes. Back then, 'comfort' was a dirty word in fashion footwear. This was before fur loafers or sneakers. So, I wanted to create a shoe that was like slipping your foot into a glove - something beautiful, feminine, and sexy at the same time.
Edgardo Osorio
I cannot live anywhere else except India.
Irrfan Khan
Although we can discuss the question of what socialism is, what is its program and what are its tactics, one thing is obvious: the official Italian Socialist Party has been reactionary and absolutely conservative.
Benito Mussolini
We watch so many TV shows and movies about jaded or corrupt policemen, we forget people join the police force to do good, and they really care about that.
Enrico Colantoni
I think about food all the time, so making peace with eating is a daily battle for me. I won't say I've completely figured it out, but I will say that right now, I win that battle more days than I lose it, and I believe that's the key.
Trisha Yearwood
Eve hugged her, hard. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “What happened to the old frosting?” Shane, sitting at the table, raised his hand. “Took one for the team.” “Jesus, you ate it? All of it?” “Nah.” He held up the bowl that was sitting in front of him. There was still about half a cup left. “Couldn’t finish it all.” Eve blinked and looked at Claire, who shrugged and said, “I always thought he was sweet.
Rachel Caine
blessing the boats (at saint mary’s) may the tide that is entering even now the lip of our understanding carry you out beyond the face of fear may you kiss the wind then turn from it certain that it will love your back may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your innocence sail through this to that
Lucille Clifton
Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses?How soft is this one, how subtle this is,How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is,As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice;How this one clings and how that unclosesFrom bud to flower in the way of roses.
Arthur Symons
