Richard Realf famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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Never a daisy grows, but a mystery guideth the growing.
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Great are the symbols of Being, But that which is symboled is greater; Vast the create and beheld, But vaster the Inward Creator.
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Back of the sound broods the silence, back of the gift stands the giving; Back of the hand that receives thrill the sensitive nerves of receiving.
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Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer; Rarer is the roseburst of dawn, but the secret that clasps it rarer; Sweet the exultance of song, but the strain that precedes it is sweeter And never was poem yet writ, but the meaning outmastered the meter.
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Into the statue that breathes, the soul of the sculptor is bidden.
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Never a daisy that grows, but a mystery guideth the growing; Never a river that flows, but a majesty scepters the flowing.
-- Richard Realf
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Power is the flower of organization.
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If I can send the flower of the German nation into the hell of war without the smallest pity for the shedding of precious German blood, then surely I have the right to remove millions of an inferior race that breeds like vermin.
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Future's the only flower worth tending in this earth, where I sow my words daily: and you know, these good trees bear fruit round the year, discreetly, moving along the waterways and four seasons of the faithful sun.
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What's clear - and exciting - is that communication for social change is growing.
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Ultimately, the only wealth that can sustain any community, economy or nation is derived from the photosynthetic process - green plants growing on regenerating soil.
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I had a lot of growing up to do. A lot of times, I learned the hard way.
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The only urgent thing in life is the pursuit of love. You get that one right, and you've solved the mystery.
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One does not go to the theater to escape from himself, but to reestablish contact with the mystery that we all are.
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Let us turn to our own childhoods-no further-if we will renew our sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.
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Mystery hovers over all things here below.
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