"Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well, The wild tulip at the end of its tube, blows out its great red bell, Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell."

-- Robert Browning

#Children Quotes #Blow Quotes #Blood Quotes

“Every time my TweetDeck shoots a new tweet to my desktop, I experience a little dopamine spritz that takes me away from... from... wait, what was I saying?”
“There are some very significant changes in the way the fluids are distributed in our body, the way our heart functions initially, and as well as our bone and muscle.”
“I'm a doer, and whether it was the tsunami in Sri Lanka or the earthquake in Indonesia, I was always saying, I should be there; I should be helping out.”
“But sometimes, it’s harder to admit to ourselves we want love in our lives than it is to keep living without it.”
“I was never no, never no, never enough, But I can try, I can try to toughen up.”
“A forest of all manner of trees is poor, if not disagreeable, in effect; a mass of one species of tree is sublime.”
“Feminist politics aims to end domination, to free us to be who we are - to live lives where we love justice, where we can live in peace. Feminism is for everybody.”
“I was a pebble. I was a leaf. I was the jagged branch of a tree. I was nothing to them and they were everything to me.”

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