Water will run by rule; the actual sun / Will scrupulously rise and set; / No little man lives in the exacting moon / And that is that, is that, is that.
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DEYTH BANGER Here is one fact 1 minute to finish the class, 1 day to die, one day behind that fact, one day in th... DEYTH BANGER The pity is not that there is a myth of Sylvia Plath but that the myth is not simply that of an enor... AL ÁLVAREZ The Biggest Threat to our Democracy, Freedoms and Future is Leadership that fosters and Appeases the... MICHAEL HARRIS It is an hypothesis that the sun will rise tomorrow: and this means that we do not know whether it w... LUDWIG WITTGENSTEIN Even after the dehadhyas (the belief that 'I am the body') has gone, people will say, "I saw you eat... DADA BHAGWAN The problem with a lot of Indian boys and girls is that they do not approach their partner, they are... APURVA GAGLANI The road to salvation is filled with many false dark turn-offs, if you take those roads they will le... GARY F EVANS... Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never rea... JODI PICOULT There is strange comfort in knowing that no matter what happens today, the Sun will rise again tomor... AARON LAURITSEN All that I know of tomorrow is that Providence will rise before the sun. JEAN BAPTISTE LACORDAIRE You see, that's the whole point of being in government. If you don't like something you simply make ... RICHARD CURTIS This is my fundamental teaching: that there is no division between this and that. That is contained ... OSHO The things of substance are the things that we need to focus on, but they are the things that seem t... ELIZABETH ALRAUNE If we do not understand something we pretend it does not exist .Pretending that something does not e... GARY F EVANS... People who pretend to be your friend lead you up a garden path by saying everything that you want to... GARY F EVANS... That's SHIT! How do you remove it? You just put it inside the trash, easy as that. DEYTH BANGER You can't be that or that or that... but you can try to behave as that... So, what next!?... DEYTH BANGER All I ever did to that apartment was hang fifty yards of yellow theatrical silk across the bedroom w... JOAN DIDION We can never make proper goodbyes. It was your last ride in a Checker cab and you had no warning. It... COLSON WHITEHEAD A big sacrifice is coming, and you won't have the courage to make it. That will cost you dearly. It ... RICK RIORDAN Soon the sun will set'- is that prophecy? No, it's merely an assertion of faith in the consistency o... WALTER M. MILLER JR. Food Allergies Are Not Due to Food, Rather Are Due to the Constant Contamination of That Food That Y... THEHEALTHFOODGURU To stand on the brink of what is coming, feeling eager, optimistic anticipation—with no feeli... ASK AND IT IS GIVEN The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the... RAM CHARAN [Short Talk on Sylvia Plath] Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. Sh... ANNE CARSON ...it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me, because wherever I sat - on the deck of a sh... SYLVIA PLATH I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come. SYLVIA PLATH Cause if you shoot a bullet someone dies. If you drop a bomb many die. You hit a woman, love dies. B... RICHARD CURTIS I had forgotten that God, or the world, or whatever carves the rules in stone, doesn't give you time... TANA FRENCH I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do st... RALPH WALDO EMERSON We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee ... AVIJEET DAS I believe that all men and women will be saved. PAT BUCKLEY The sun will not rise or set without my notice, and thanks. WINSLOW HOMER Empathy is the new measurement of everything. It doesn't matter what religion you have, what God you... C. JOYBELL C. To search the sands of a lost desert for truth and justice in this world today you might as well be ... GARY F EVANS... That's going to be VEEEEEEERYYYY Nasty.... DEYTH BANGER Of another lie "You said that you will be with me...", "Everything what I want I will get..", but???... DEYTH BANGER Speed Reader: Nothing more than… "Getting knowledge in a fast way". (Note: What's that?... DEYTH BANGER Now is the time when you see people which you know... but they start ignoring you... and how do you ... DEYTH BANGER Hey... you gonna ignore me like that? ... Forever? ... You gonna rej... DEYTH BANGER We can play now… just do that and that little piece of kinky thoughts… few perverts add and you ... DEYTH BANGER Why try to have pigs fly When ducks already can _ Why try to have pigs fly When ducks already can ELLA C. Jesus asks me to loosen my grip on the things that matter to me. It’s only then He can fill my han... ANUSHA ATUKORALA Mani nogurdina lielās lietas un norises. Es meklēju lielās norises mazajās. IMANTS ZIEDONIS We walked beside each other, talking about things we should have been least concerned about. But at ... MELITA TESSY What is it that makes you so angry, bothers you so deeply, that you're compelled to act? CRAIG GROESCHEL Human ia such that everyone leaves you to your fate during your darkest moments even those you could... EMMODURO No one likes it, apart from blind people, and I'm sure even they can sense it's profound ugliness as... RICHARD CURTIS It's only awkward if it matters. JOYCE RACHELLE The battle is not physical, it is spiritual and your mind is the battleground. Keep your mind pure a... JEANETTE CORON Embrace YOU...Believe in yourself, in this very moment...forgive yourself for all mistakes and 'bad'... ANGIE KARAN I can find in my undergraduate classes, bright students who do not know that the stars rise and set ... CARL SAGAN Our life is a series of moments. Let them all go. Moments. All gathering towards this one. NOW IS GOOD No one will retrieve my lost heart amidst so many roots, in the bitter freshness of the su... PABLO NERUDA Our lives!!! We have just all of a sudden discovered that here we are with something called life see... SUNDAY ADELAJA Then that's what the Northern Lights are. All the lives that we're not living. ADI ALSAID "Knowledge starts from imagination, therefore, knowledge is someone's imagination. So why don't you ... NISAR MAKNOJIA Convinced that we're living the whole time that we're dying. We decide to go out walking the wh... TEGAN QUIN The Sun will rise and set regardless. What we choose to do with the light while it's here is up to u... ALEXANDRA ELLE It is by Raising others up that you will Rise LENNY SOARES The sun had sunk and the summer skies
Were dotted with specks of light
That melted soon in the... M'DONALD CLARKE ("THE MAD POET") Today is about the now, the moment you live in, so do now what you want to do SOTONYE ANGA Let your little inspire someone greatly and greatly be the reasons for the smiles of someone in litt... ERNEST AGYEMANG YEBOAH Let your little inspires someone greatly and greatly be the reasons for the smiles of someone in lit... ERNEST AGYEMANG YEBOAH We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me! AVIJEET DAS I realized that day that blessings come in a variety of shapes, colors, and sizes. CRAIG GROESCHEL If you allow mosquitoes to disturb your sound sleep, you shall never be able to wake up healthy and ... ERNEST AGYEMANG YEBOAH The man who will live above his present circumstances, is in great danger of soon living beneath the... JOSEPH ADDISON The man who will live above his present circumstances, is in great danger of soon living beneath the... JOSEPH ADDISON Dehadhyas (the belief that ‘I am the body’) is to continue believing you are someone that you re... DADA BHAGWAN Yesterday, I was feeling fine... I was into the mood of eating... drinking... but today... I am not ... DEYTH BANGER Tinder, sucks… few matches I got.... How FUCKING odd is that. DEYTH BANGER My voice is never much louder than a ripple, but even small voices sound loud when you talk about th... NATALIE LLOYD Family is the theatre of the spiritual drama, the place where things happen, especially the things t... G.K. CHESTERTON I believe that life is a journey towards God, and that no one has the right to insist that you go a ... PAT BUCKLEY I believe that vinyl will outlast CDs. CONOR OBERST I hope that my family will continue in another thousand years. FREDERIK, CROWN PRINCE OF DENMARK Dedication is the preparation to success! WERNER BOTHA People will look up and as long as the sun and moon are above their heads they won't know that the w... ANDONI GARCIA There is no real freedom for the man who is in so much of a hurry that he is annoyed by the human ra... WILLIAM SAROYAN Demons run when a good man goes to war Night will fall and drown the sun When a good man g... STEVEN MOFFAT Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun, When a good man... STEVEN MOFFAT If you pour everything you have into this life, this world, which is temporary and fading, you're je... CRAIG GROESCHEL I don't wish to imply that there aren't good things about you or that you're not an extraordinary pe... GEORGE TSARGAS "NOW THAT IT'S OVER" The sky
is that beautiful old parchment
in which the sun
and the moon
keep their... ALFRED KREYMBORG No matter how severe the storm is, always remember that above the clouds, the sun always shine. So w... NISHAL MAHARAJ The Word of God is the universal and invisible Light, cognizable by the senses, that emits its blaze... ALBERT PIKE Every one is a genius, more or less. No one is so physically sound that no part of him will be even ... SAMUEL BUTLER When the sun rises in the morning and sets in the night. When the moon comes into sight from the eas... CHRIS If any foes of mine are there, I pardon every one: I hope that man and womankind will do the same by... WILLIAM ALLINGHAM
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