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Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world. Diane Ackerman
Thomas Wolfe quote: "O lost, And by the wind grieved, Ghost, Come back again."
O lost, And by the wind grieved, Ghost, Come back again. Thomas Wolfe
Victor Hugo quote: "He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often..."
He never went out without a book under his arm, and he often came back with two. Victor Hugo
I am sorry to have to introduce the subject of Christmas. It is an indecent subject; a cruel, gluttonous subject; a drunken, disorderly subject; a wasteful, disastrous subject; a wicked, cadging, lying, filthy, blasphemous and demoralizing subject. Christmas is forced on a reluctant and disgusted nation by the shopkeepers and the press: on its own merits it would wither and shrivel in the fiery breath of universal hatred; and anyone who looked back to it would be turned into a pillar of... George Bernard Shaw
To be in any form, what is that? (round and round we go, all of us, and ever come back thither,) If nothing lay more develop'd the quahung in it's callous shell were enough. Mine is no callous shell. I have instant conductors all over me whether I pass or stop, they seize every object and lead it harmlessly through me. I merely stir, press, feel with my fingers, and I am happy, to touch my person to someone else's is about as much as I can stand. Walt Whitman
Morrie Schwartz quote: "If you've found meaning in your life, you don't want to go..."
If you've found meaning in your life, you don't want to go back. You want to go forward. Morrie Schwartz
Joni Mitchell quote: "We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves..."
We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. Joni Mitchell
Homer quote: "A small rock holds back a great wave."
A small rock holds back a great wave. Homer
You invite things to happen. You open the door. You inhale. And if you inhale the chaos, you give the chaos, the chaos gives back. Dave Eggers
Yes, here I am returning, the woman who bore herself to the bottom and back. Who wanted to swim like dolphins, leaping waves and diving. Who wanted only to belong to herself. Sue Monk Kidd
Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do somehing else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted. Mitch Albom
He saw that there was something alive in it, and went near enough to read a sign that said, TWO DEADLY ENEMIES. HAVE A LOOK FREE. There was a black bear about four feet long and very thin, resting on the floor of the cage; his back was spotted with bird lime that had been shot down on him by a small chicken hawk sitting on a perch in the upper part of the same apartment. Mose of the hawk's tail was gone; the bear only had one eye. Flannery O'Connor
Stephen King quote: "It's a long way back to Eden, Sweetheart, so don't sweat the..."
It's a long way back to Eden, Sweetheart, so don't sweat the small stuff. Stephen King
Thomas Hardy quote: "I like reading and all that, but a crave to get back tot he..."
I like reading and all that, but a crave to get back tot he life of my infancy and all its freedom. (Sue Bridehead) Thomas Hardy
He gazes through sunlight's buttresses, back down the refectory at the others, wallowing in their plenitude of bananas, thick palatals of their hunger lost somewhere in the stretch of morning between them and himself. A hundred miles of it, so suddenly. Solitude, even among the meshes of this war, can when it wishes so take him by the blind gut and touch, as now, possessively. Pirate's again some other side of a window, watching strangers eat breakfast. Thomas Pynchon

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