It was destiny which made them meet and love which kept them together. Together, they lived alife of their choice and gave companionship a new meaning, to complete a story that was left unfinished decades ago. The Full Circle
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Quote:- It was difficult to imagine that a full day hadn't yet passed since we boarded the airliner in New York. I paused. Medieval man believed that one was placed beyond the touch of time, and therefore aging, while attending Mass. What, I wondered, would he have made of those hours we left up in the sky? I would not change my watch until I gave the matter more thought.
All Shall Be Well; And All Shall Be Well; And All Manner of Things Shall Be Well
Author:- Tod Wodicka
Category:- time
Quote:- It was during my enchanted days of travel that the idea came to me, which, through the years, has come into my thoughts again and again and always happily—the idea that geology is the music of the earth.
Conversation with the Earth
Author:- Hans Cloos
Category:- science
Quote:- It was easier to give up, but was that really how she wanted her life to end? Kaiya Parks - gone at seventeen, experienced little of life, accomplished even less.
Drifting in a Dream
Author:- S.E. Palmer
Category:- motivational
Quote:- It was easy to be good and kind in times of plenty. The trying times were the moments that defined a man.And love? Love was something that did much to change a person. It brought joy as it brought suffering, and in turn brought about those moments that defined one’s character. Love gave life to the lifeless. It was the greatest of all living powers.But, as with all things, love had a dark side to it.
The Rose & the Dagger
Author:- Renee Ahdieh
Category:- Love
Quote:- It was for him that I searched in every whisper of speech I heard, in every gentle touch, in every small glimpse of a face. It was for just one more glimmer of him, one more of his words passing like fine silk through the ring of my mind, one more sweetly bitter kiss searing my lips like fresh ginger.
Give Your Heart to the Barrow
Author:- Sarah K.L. Wilson
Category:- hope
Quote:- It was frightening, I admit. Frightening, but fascinating. Kind of like you.
Black Magic
Author:- Kassandra Cross
Category:- Love
Quote:- It was her chaos that made her beautiful.
Love Her Wild
Author:- Atticus Poetry
Category:- best,poetry
Quote:- It was her laughter that made me love her. Her shy inappropriate madness is what made her beautiful.
Author:- Jay Long
Category:- Life,Love
Quote:- It was here long before me, and I always assumed it would exist long after. Perhaps that’s what hurt the most; realizing the fleeting nature of even the most monolithic of objects.
Beyond the Halls: An Insider's Guide to Loving Museums
Author:- Mackenzie Finklea
Category:- time
Quote:- It was his nature to believe anything, before he would believe he could be wrong.
The Bull from the Sea
Author:- Mary Renault
Category:- knowledge
Quote:- It was in moments like seeing him catch his breath after running a distance or watching him doze off in the flight that I realized that I wanted to spend all my life with him.
Together We Were (W)hole
Author:- Namrata Gupta
Category:- Love
Quote:- It was in those moments that I became one of them, one of the leavers. I'm leaving and I'm never coming back, I thought. It felt powerful. I finally felt in control. Is this how it felt to all the others. the leavers, the takers, the breakers? I became what they were. I could disappear. -The Art of Leaving
Broad River Review
Author:- Shilo Niziolek
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- It was interesting, she mused to herself, how life sometimes simply gave you a whole new perspective by waiting around long enough for you to see it. (p. 281)
The Midnight Library
Author:- Matt Haig
Category:- hope
Quote:- It was intimate . . . a strange and beautiful feeling. We were breathing life into each other.
Love and Other Sins
Author:- Emilia Ares
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- It was just one of those chance meetings, but after the meeting he just kinda stuck with me, you know?
On the Edge
Author:- T.S. Krupa
Category:- Love
Quote:- It was language I loved, not meaning. I liked poetry better when I wasn't sure what it meant. Eliot has said that the meaning of the poem is provided to keep the mind busy while the poem gets on with its work -- like the bone thrown to the dog by the robber so he can get on with his work. . . . Is beauty a reminder of something we once knew, with poetry one of its vehicles? Does it give us a brief vision of that 'rarely glimpsed bright face behind/ the apparency of things'? Here, I suppose, we ought to try the impossible task of defining poetry. No one definition will do. But I must admit to a liking for the words of Thomas Fuller, who said: 'Poetry is a dangerous honey. I advise thee only to taste it with the Tip of thy finger and not to live upon it. If thou do'st, it will disorder thy Head and give thee dangerous Vertigos.
The Filled Pen: Selected Non-Fiction
Author:- P.K. Page
Category:- poetry
Quote:- It was like I really was invisible or something and no one could see me. No, actually it was more like I was this human mirror walking down the road and all people could see when they looked in my direction with some reflection of themselves looking back because the main effect was no one saw me myself, the kid, Chappie, Bone even, no one saw me except as a way to satisfy their desires or meet their needs, the nature of which sometimes they didn’t even know about until I showed up on the scene…
Rule of the Bone
Author:- Russell Banks
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- It was long before I could believe that human learning had no clear answer to this question. For a long time it seemed to me, as I listened to the gravity and seriousness wherewith Science affirmed its positions on matters unconnected with the problem of life, that I must have misunderstood something. For a long time I was timid in the presence in learning, and I fancied that the insufficiency of the answers which I received was not its fault, but was owing to my own gross ignorance, but this thing was not a joke or a pastime with me, but the business of my life, and I was at last forced, willy-nilly, to the conclusion that these questions of mine were the only legitimate questions underlying all knowledge, and that it was not I that was in fault in putting them, but science in pretending to have an answer for them.
A Confession
Author:- Leo Tolstoy
Category:- science