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Shame on those breasts of stone that cannot melt in soft adoption of another's sorrow.
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I dont drive around London much. Any journey around Islington involves hundreds of speed bumps that seem to tear the bottom of your car off.
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God will never plant the seed of his life upon the soil of a hard, unbroken spirit. He will only plant that seed where the conviction of his spirit has brought brokenness, where the soil has been watered with the tears of repentance as well as the tears of joy.
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When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.
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Gifts, like words, carried with them a great deal of power. They bestowed good fortune just as powerfully as they could curse; the could bind people together or tear them apart.
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From the time I read my first Hemingway work, The Sun Also Rises, as a student at Soldan High School in St. Louis, I was struck with an affliction common to my generation: Hemingway Awe.
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The diurnal sun sets at night, but the sun of the heart never disappears.
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I wouldn't live in California. All that sun makes you sterile.
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To me, atonality is against nature. There is a center to everything that exists. The planets have the sun, the earth, the moon.
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Apparently, an undocumented side effect of dope is a gross overestimation of one's own intelligence. Dopers become convinced they've hidden their stash so well a cop won't find it. They're always wrong.
