Outside our small safe place flies mystery. Possession
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Quote:- Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.
The Whole Story and Other Stories
Author:- Ali Smith
Category:- time
Quote:- Outside the youth center, between the liquor storeand the police station,a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;overflowing with blossomfoam,like a sudsy mug of beer;like a bride ripping off her clothes,dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.It’s been doing that all week:making beauty,and throwing it away,and making more.
What Narcissism Means to Me
Author:- Tony Hoagland
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Outwardly embracing my divinity. I am the union and heart consciousness
Surreal Love: Kundalini Awakening Poetry
Author:- Gila Nehemia
Category:- Love
Quote:- Over the years, I've come to realize that determination makes one to punch above one's weight.
Author:- Ogwo David Emenike
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Over time as most people fail the survivor's exacting test of trustworthiness, she tends to withdraw from relationships. The isolation of the survivor thus persists even after she is free.
Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence - From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror
Author:- Judith Lewis Herman
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Over time, any deception destroys intimacy, and without intimacy couples cannot have true and lasting love.
Financial Infidelity: Seven Steps to Conquering the #1 Relationship Wrecker
Author:- Bonnie Eaker Weil
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Over time, I have come to believe that there is a killer and a saint in all of us. But...I choose to focus on the future and the *potential* in people.
And Still Peace Did Not Come: A Memoir of Reconciliation
Author:- Agnes Kamara-umunna
Category:- hope
Quote:- OvermodulationBy Charlotte M Liebel-FawlsYou're a cavity in my oasis,You're a porthole in my sea,You're a stretch of the imagination every time you look at me.You're an ocean in my wineglass,You're a Steinway on the beach,You're a captivating audience, an exciting Rembrandt,A Masterpiece.
Author:- Charlotte M. Liebel
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Overnight success stories are not the entire story
Author:- Atef Ashab Uddin Sahil
Category:- Life,motivational
Quote:- Oversleeping will only save you from having wild imaginations during the day. But those same imaginations are necessary in every genius. You need them while you are awake and not asleep!
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Love
Quote:- Overthinking is the greatest thief of our dreams.
Author:- Vic Stah Milien
Category:- inspiration,motivational
Quote:- Ownership is not limited to material things. It can also apply to points of view. Once we take ownership of an idea — whether it’s about politics or sports — what do we do? We love it perhaps more than we should. We prize it more than it is worth. And most frequently, we have trouble letting go of it because we can’t stand the idea of its loss. What are we left with then? An ideology — rigid and unyielding.
Predictably Irrational: The Hidden Forces That Shape Our Decisions
Author:- Dan Ariely
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Owning two thirds of the personal property of the country, evading payment of taxeswherever possible, the corporations throw almost the whole burden up on the land, upon the little homes, and the personal property of the farms
Author:- Robert Marion La Follette
Category:- best
Quote:- oxygen Everything needs it: bone, muscles, and even, while it calls the earth its home, the soul. So the merciful, noisy machine stands in our house working away in its lung-like voice. I hear it as I kneel before the fire, stirring with a stick of iron, letting the logs lie more loosely. You, in the upstairs room, are in your usual position, leaning on your right shoulder which aches all day. You are breathing patiently; it is a beautiful sound. It is your life, which is so close to my own that I would not know where to drop the knife of separation. And what does this have to do with love, except everything? Now the fire rises and offers a dozen, singing, deep-red roses of flame. Then it settles to quietude, or maybe gratitude, as it feeds as we all do, as we must, upon the invisible gift: our purest, sweet necessity: the air.
Thirst
Author:- Mary Oliver
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Ozymandias"I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commandTell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.And on the pedestal these words appear:'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Rosalind and Helen - A Modern Eclogue with Other Poems
Author:- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Pa never told stories like Grandpa. Or treated the barn like family. Eli knew how Grandpa’s own pa had built the barn by hand, hauling bluestone for the foundation behind a stubborn ox with horns as wide as a tractor. How the smell of the plank walls was like family and how you never washed your chore coat so the animals would smell that you were family, too.
Author:- Sandra Neil Wallace
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Pablo's many stories and reminiscences about Olga and Marie-Thérese and Dora Maar, as well as their continuing presence just offstage in our own life together, gradually made me realize that he had a kind of Bluebeard complex that made him want to cut off the heads of all women he had collected in his private museum. But he didn't cut the heads entirely off. He preferred to have life go on and to have all those women who had shared his life at one moment or another still letting out little peeps and cries of joy or pain and making a few gestures like disjointed dolls, just to prove there was some life left in them, that it hung by a thread, and that he held the other end of the thread. From time to time they would provide a humorous or dramatic or sometimes tragic side to things, and that was all grist to his mill.
Life with Picasso
Author:- Francoise Gilot
Category:- Relationships