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Long hours trail in their purple and long years are lost in just this moment while our souls are near, our mouths separate.


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In my garden the winds have beaten the ripe lilies; in my garden, the salt has wilted the first flakes of young narcissus.

In my garden the winds have beaten the ripe lilies; in my garden, the salt has wilted the first flakes of young narcissus.



We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded; we have no map; possibly we will reach haven, heaven.

We are voyagers, discoverers of the not-known, the unrecorded; we have no map; possibly we will reach haven, heaven.



I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.

I will be free, no lover's kiss to bind me to earth, no bliss of love to counteract actual bliss.



Dance until the earth dance.

Dance until the earth dance.



She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.

She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.



One flower may slay the winter and meet death.

One flower may slay the winter and meet death.



You are wind in a stark tree, you are the stark tree unbent, you are a strung bow, you are an arrow.

You are wind in a stark tree, you are the stark tree unbent, you are a strung bow, you are an arrow.



I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.

I could not accept from wisdom what love taught, woman is perfect.



Ah love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.

Ah love is bitter and sweet, but which is more sweet the bitterness or the sweetness, none has spoken it.



No poetic phantasy but a biological reality, a fact: I am an entity like bird, insect, plant or sea-plant cell; I live; I am alive.

No poetic phantasy but a biological reality, a fact: I am an entity like bird, insect, plant or sea-plant cell; I live; I am alive.





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Experience is the best school, Failures, Mistakes, Embarrassments, and Heartaches are teaching there, Offering only one lesson called Life, That you could only finish once you're dead!



That's the point, isn't it? We have to live on, no matter how hard it gets. We'll win in the end.

That's the point, isn't it? We have to live on, no matter how hard it gets. We'll win in the end.



So I flirt with disaster once or twice. Who doesn’t?”He snorted. “You don’t just flirt with disaster, you have intercourse with it.

So I flirt with disaster once or twice. Who doesn’t?”He snorted. “You don’t just flirt with disaster, you have intercourse with it.



It's about doing it in a way that it can't be done any better. That is the goal every day.

It's about doing it in a way that it can't be done any better. That is the goal every day.



You know well I couldn't bear to live with a low common man after you two; and it's wicked and cruel of you to insult me by pretending I could.

You know well I couldn't bear to live with a low common man after you two; and it's wicked and cruel of you to insult me by pretending I could.



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People talk of the pathos and failure of plain women; but it is a more terrible thing that a beautiful woman may succeed in everything but womanhood.



I run probably 35-40 miles a week, and I think 80 per cent of your body is what you eat. The biggest part is just eating well.

I run probably 35-40 miles a week, and I think 80 per cent of your body is what you eat. The biggest part is just eating well.



The melting-pot idea is futile ... The brew in a melting pot is always boiling over.

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