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When the girl returned, some hours later, she carried a tray, with a cup of fragrant tea steaming on it; and a plate piled up with very hot buttered toast, cut thick, very brown on both sides, with the butter running through the holes in great golden drops, like honey from the honeycomb. The smell of that buttered toast simply talked to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cosy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's... Kenneth Grahame
Tom Hanks quote: "Life is like a box of choclates. You never know what you..."
Life is like a box of choclates. You never know what you goanna get. Tom Hanks
If you try to be anyone but yourself, you will fail; if you are not true to your own heart, you will fail. Then again, there's no success like failure Bob Dylan
James Schuyler quote: "I wish i could press snowflakes in a book like flowers."
I wish i could press snowflakes in a book like flowers. James Schuyler
And in that moment he felt- for the first time that optimistic and cheerful boy allowed himself to feel- how badly made life was, how flawed. No matter how richly furnished you made it, with all the noise and variet of Something, Nothing always found a way in, seeped through the cracks and patches. Mr. Feld was right; life was like baseball, filled with loss and error, with bad hops and wild pitches, a game in which even champions lost almost as often as they won and even the best hitters... Michael Chabon
In love afairs, there is no mediator like a merry, simple-hearted child - ever ready to cement divided hearts, to span the unfriendly gulf of custom, to melt the ice of cold reserve, and overthrow the separating walls of dread formality and pride. Anne Bronte
People talk about human intelligence as the greatest adaptation in the history of the planet. It is an amazing and marvelous thing, but in evolutionary terms, it is as likely to do us in as to help us along. Stephen Jay Gould
What about San Francisco?"What about it?"Did you like it?"She shrugged. "It was O.K."Just O.K.?"She laughed. "Good God!"What?"You're all alike here."How so?" he asked."You demand adoration for the place. You're not happy until everybody swears undying love for every nook and cranny of every precious damn --"Whoa, missy."Well, it's true. Can't you just worship it on your own? Do I have to sign an affadavit?"He chuckled. "We're that bad, are we?"You bet your ass you are. Armistead Maupin
My heart born nakedwas swaddled in lullabies. Later alone it worepoems for clothes. Like a shirt. I carried on my backthe poetry I had read. So I lived for half a centuryuntil wordlessly we met. From my shirt on the back of the chair. I learn tonighthow many yearsof learning by heart. I waited for you. John Berger
Stephen King quote: "How else could he go on, except with merciful incomprehension..."
How else could he go on, except with merciful incomprehension held before him like a shield? How could anyone? Stephen King
Joss Whedon quote: "Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science..."
Psychic, though? That sounds like something out of science fiction." "We live in a space ship, dear. Joss Whedon
Elizabeth Gilbert quote: "Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You..."
Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You really need to be certain it's what you want before you commit. Elizabeth Gilbert
Fyodor Dostoevsky quote: "Love a man, even in his sin, for that love is a likeness of..."
Love a man, even in his sin, for that love is a likeness of the divine love, and is the summit of love on earth. Fyodor Dostoevsky
We were so wholly one I had not thought That we could die apart. I had not thought That I could move,—and you be stiff and still! That I could speak,—and you perforce be dumb! I think our heart-strings were, like warp and woof In some firm fabric, woven in and out; Your golden filaments in fair design Across my duller fibre. Edna St. Vincent Millay
Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show. A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere, Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin. And still allows some stirring down within. Richard Wilbur

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