My soul yearned for you while yours wandered off to the souls of others.
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Quote:- My soul yearned for you while yours wandered off to the souls of others. Then I healed. My soul doesn't yearn for you anymore.
Author:- Mitta Xinindlu
Category:- Love
Quote:- My soulmust reachinto the cloudsand touch the beauty of madness.
Moon Gypsy
Author:- Melody Lee
Category:- poetry
Quote:- My struggle seasons are all bad, but my blessings seasons are great. From both, I get the lesson and the blessing. Wisdom is discovering how your bad times were also meaningful
Author:- Niedria D. Kenny
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- My takeaway from this is that no matter what I step into or what my day looks like, I can be joyful. Because I know my God is holy, I can publicly honor and praise Him as I celebrate each day.
Live
Author:- Sadie Robertson
Category:- hope
Quote:- My teacher asked my favorite color. ... I said ‘Rainbow’.... and I was punished to stand out of my class.
Author:- Saket Assertive
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- My team are not customer service representatives, rather, service excellence providers. Anyone can serve customers, however my team is above and beyond as we only provide excellence in service to customers.
Author:- Janna Cachola
Category:- inspiration
Quote:- My teeth were now as white as Chiclets, but hey you can never be too thin, too rich or have white enough teeth. If you ever want to see the results, I’ll send you some of my wedding photos where I am straining to get the most teeth visibility possible.
Category:- motivational
Quote:- My theory is that hope is a form of madness. A benevolent one, sure, but madness all the same. Like an irrational superstition--broken mirrors and so forth--hope's not based on any kind of logic, it's just unfettered optimism, grounded in nothing but faith in things beyond our control.
The Bellwether Revivals
Author:- Benjamin Wood
Category:- hope
Quote:- My theory is that people are good and bad. They have to choose which one they want to be. Sometimes people are raised in a world that teaches them to hate others, and they think that’s okay.
The Ascension of Mary
Author:- William West
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- My thoughts are for every human on this earth and that's why I'm winning.
Author:- Anuj Jasani
Category:- best
Quote:- My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound.My mind, I hope, will soon be found.
Destroy Me
Author:- Tahereh Mafi
Category:- hope,poetry
Quote:- My toes are going to come,"-MariannThe Night Owl
Hot Blooded
Author:- Emma Holly
Category:- best
Quote:- My tongue remembers your wounded flavor.The vein in my neckadores you. A swordstands up between my hips,my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.
The City in Which I Love You
Author:- Li-Young Lee
Category:- poetry
Quote:- My True Love Hath My Heart and I Have HisNone ever was in love with me but grief.She wooed me from the day that I was born;She stole my playthings first, the jealous thief,And left me there forlorn.The birds that in my garden would have sung,She scared away with her unending moan;She slew my lovers too when I was young,And left me there alone.Grief, I have cursed thee often—now at lastTo hate thy name I am no longer free;Caught in thy bony arms and prisoned fast,I love no love but thee.
Author:- Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
Category:- poetry
Quote:- My true-love hath my heart and I have his,By just exchange one for the other given:I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss;There never was a bargain better driven.His heart in me keeps me and him in one;My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides:He loves my heart, for once it was his own;I cherish his because in me it bides.His heart his wound received from my sight;My heart was wounded with his wounded heart;For as from me on him his hurt did light,So still, methought, in me his hurt did smart:Both equal hurt, in this change sought our bliss,My true-love hath my heart and I have his.
The Poems of Sir Philip Sidney
Author:- Philip Sidney
Category:- poetry
Quote:- My turn shall also come:I sense the spreading of a wing.
The Selected Poems
Author:- Osip Mandelstam
Category:- poetry
Quote:- My uncle says the architects got rid of the front porches because they didn't look well. But my uncle says that was merely rationalizing it; the real reason, hidden underneath, might be they didn't want people sitting like that, doing nothing, rocking, talking; that was the wrong kind of social life. People talked too much. And they had time to think. So they ran off with the porches. And the gardens, too. Not many gardens any more to sit around in. And look at the furniture. No rocking?chairs any more. They're too comfortable. Get people up and running around. My uncle says . . . and . . . my uncle . . . and . . . my uncle . . .
Fahrenheit 451
Author:- Ray Bradbury
Category:- knowledge