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Who, being loved, is poor? ... Oscar Wilde
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where you end, where I begin
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Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose. .. Gertrude Stein
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That closes every poem — the white reverse That cancels the blackness of each image.
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to steal the light and hide it in a flower
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After the rain has touched my soul
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" Pilgrimage to the place of the wise is to escape the flame of separation from Nature. " - Old Sufi Saying
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The beauty of inflections
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The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star. ...Henry David Thoreau
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Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children. Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931)
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"It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine."
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And like a spirit, swathed in some soft veil
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“There is no limit to what we, as women, can accomplish.” – Michelle Obama, Former First Lady of the United States
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But such a tide as moving seems asleep
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where velvet flowers grow thickly
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"The Earth is a fine place and worth fighting for." -- Ernest Hemingway
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Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends... William Butler Yeats
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“Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.” Albert Camus
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Happy Valentines
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mysteriously, ...... Happiness is there
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Then all your face grew light
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Noon was green velvet
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And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
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'Bowl of Beauty'
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I have not been unhappy for ten thousand years.
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if ever you wander elsewhere
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Alice moving under skies
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Of loveliness
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But all is turned thorough my gentleness
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“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” '' ― Pablo Neruda
