Sometimes, you feel a memory before you see it. Even though your eyes can't quite find it, you can smell it and taste it, and hear it shouting to you from the back of your mind. Three Things About Elsie
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Quote:- Sometimes, you just can't help yourself but to learn quickly when being taught by the opposite gender.
Author:- Mwanandeke Kindembo
Category:- Life,Love
Quote:- Sometimes, you must let go, the sure way to gain new grounds.
Author:- Lailah Gifty Akita
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Sometimes... Reason and Love are met with a violent ignorance that even what's right gets lost. Our heart bleeds, but when does the blood shed end and the healing begin?
Author:- Solange nicole
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Sometimesyou look at someoneand never thinkof them againSometimesyou look at someoneand are neverthe same again
Evergreen
Author:- Kirsten Robinson
Category:- Love
Quote:- Someway, somehow this is destined, Becky. You were meant to come to Lunenburg and move next to me. You. Not just any ordinary girl. The gifted-ghost-seeing girl.
The Light Over Broken Tide
Author:- Holly Ducarte
Category:- best
Quote:- Somewhere a True Believer is training to kill you. He is training with minimum food or water, in austere conditions, day and night. The only thing clean on him is his weapon, and he made his web gear, He doesn't worry about hat workout to do - his ruck weighs what it weighs, his runs end when the enemy stops chasing him. The True Believer doesn't care how hard it is; he only knows that he wins or he dies. He doesn't go home at 1700; he is home. He knows only the cause.
True Believer
Author:- Jack Carr
Category:- motivational
Quote:- Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.
Author:- robert m drake
Category:- poetry,best,hope,Relationships
Quote:- Somewhere between love and hate lies confusion, misunderstanding and desperate hope.
Author:- Shannon L. Alder
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Somewhere fate laughs in her far-off country, because now I am the human and it is Grace I will lose again and again, immer wieder, always the same, every winter, losing more of her each year, unless I find a cure.
Linger
Author:- Maggie Stiefvater
Category:- hope
Quote:- Somewhere underneath it all, I know he doesn't deserve to take up space in my brain.
Take Me There
Author:- Susane Colasanti
Category:- Relationships
Quote:- Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
Author:- Carl Sagan
Category:- science
Quote:- Son, never trust a man who doesn’t drink because he’s probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They’re the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They’re usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they’re a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can’t trust a man who’s afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It’s damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he’s heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
Author:- James Crumley
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Song of MyselfI have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
Author:- Walt Whitman
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Song of myselfSmile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
Author:- Walt Whitman
Category:- poetry
Quote:- songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality. Some different republic, some liberated republic... whatever the case, it wasn't that I was anti-popular culture or anything and I had no ambition to stir things up. I just thought of mainstream culture as lame as hell and a big trick. It was like the unbroken sea of frost that lay outside the window and you had to have awkward footgear to walk with.
Chronicles: Volume One
Author:- Bob Dylan
Category:- philosophy
Quote:- Songwriting and poetry are so commonly birthed from underdogs because one can make even the ugliest situations admirable, or more beautiful than the beautiful situations - they are the most graceful media in which the lines of society are distorted.
Killosophy
Author:- Criss Jami
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sonnet 130My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Shakespeare's Sonnets
Author:- William Shakespeare
Category:- poetry
Quote:- Sonnet 23As an unperfect actor on the stage, Who with his fear is put besides his part,Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart; So I, for fear of trust, forget to say The perfect ceremony of love's rite, And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,O'ercharg'd with burden of mine own love's might. O, let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breast;Who plead for love, and look for recompense,More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.O, learn to read what silent love hath writ:To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
Shakespeare's Sonnets
Author:- William Shakespeare
Category:- poetry