Michael S. Harper famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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A woman who'd lost her first son consoled us with an angel gone ahead to pray for our family-- gone into that sky seeking oxygen, gone into autopsy
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I have a great fear for the moral will of Americans if it takes more than a week to achieve the results.
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The responsibility to nightmare is to wake up.
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A friend told me he'd risen above jazz. I leave him there.
-- Michael S. Harper
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The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.
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With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.
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O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem! With dazzling pomp descending angels sung Good will and peace to men, to God due praise, Who on the errand of salvation sent Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad'st all worlds.
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I'm so blessed to have such enlightened parents. It must have been very hard to watch their able-bodied son lock himself up in his old room for most of his 20s.
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No blade can puncture the human heart like the well-chosen words of a spiteful son.
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Films are like oxygen for me.
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I gave up smoking, I never gave up the drinking. But it's hard to smoke and swim at the same time. You'd get to the edge of the pool and all you'd be wanting is a cigarette when all you actually really want is oxygen. So I traded the smoke for the oxygen.
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Singing is like a celebration of oxygen.
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Self actualization is the oxygen for the soul.
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He gave a hard smile and the oxygen in my lungs evaporated. “We both know I’m not a gentleman.†“Yeah. Okay, let me out. I’m tired.†“There’s something else,†he said, and I groaned. “What now?†“This.†He stepped closer to me, so close that the containers were sandwiched between us. His eyes looked down into mine, intent and golden, like a lion. “Oh, no, you don’t!†I hissed, dropping everything. I pushed hard against his chest; it was like shoving a tree. “Yes,†he said very softly, leaning down. “Yes, I do.
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