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Shel Silverstein quote: "Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."And the boy did. And..."
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest."And the boy did. And the tree was happy. Shel Silverstein
Like the rest of the world, they seemed to have figured out something I didn't know - where they'd come from, where they were going - and moved on. Heather King
Nita drank her tea, watching Roshaun read while he maneuvered the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other. The bulge it produced looked very out of place against his otherwise flawless facial structure. Roshaun felt Nita’s gaze resting on him, and looked up. “What?” Nita controlled her smile. “The lollipop…” “What about it?” “I hate to say this, but you’re kind of spoiling your grandeur.” “What grandeur he has,” Dairine remarked. “Kings are made no less noble by eating,”... Diane Duane
Arthur Conan Doyle quote: "I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix."
I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix. Arthur Conan Doyle
Here it comes, I thought. The first ex-boyfriend had been summoned. Soon the rest would follow. They would file around the table, presenting their deficiencies, telling of their addictions, their cheating hearts... But that didn't happen with Julie. This was because Julie isn't husband-hunting. So she didn't have to interview me for the job. Jeffrey Eugenides
it is very worthwhile to be tormented for two or three years of one's life, for the sake of being able to read all the rest of it. Jane Austen
Again: there is nothing inherently superior about resistance. All our claims for the righteousness of resistance rest on the rightness of the claim that the resisters are acting in the name of justice. And the justice of the cause does not depend on, and is not enhanced by, the virtue of those who make the assertion. It depends first and last on the truth of a description of a state of affairs that is, truly, unjust and unnecessary. Susan Sontag
However sugarcoated and ambiguous, every form of authoritarianism muststart with a belief in some group's greater right to power, whether thatright is justified by sex, race, class, religion or all four. Howeverfar it may expand, the progression inevitably rests on unequal powerand airtight roles within the family. Gloria Steinem
I only hope that when I am free, as they are free to go in quest, of the knowledge beyond the bounds of life, it may not seem better to me to rest. Robert Frost
For the rest of my life I'll be thinking about that hamburger. I'll be sitting there at the counter, holding it in my hands with tears streaming down my cheeks. The waitress will be looking away because she doesn't like to see kids crying when they are eating hamburgers... Richard Brautigan
And so we picked up our bags, he the trunk with his one good arm and I the rest, and staggered to the cable-car stop; in a moment rolled down the hill with our legs dangling to the sidewalk from the jiggling shelf, two broken-down heroes of the Western night. Jack Kerouac
...Conway would give me no rest until I fought him. I felt it was ordained ages before our birth that we should meet on this planet and fight. Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Philip K. Dick quote: "I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has..."
I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile. Philip K. Dick
William Shakespeare quote: "Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And..."
Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest. William Shakespeare
The leaves streamed down, trembling in the sun. They were not green, only a few, scattered through the torrent, stood out in single drops of green so bright and pure that it hurt the eyes; the rest were not a color, but a light, the substance of fire on metal, living sparks without edges. And it looked as if the forest were a spread of light boiling slowly to produce this color, the green rising in small bubbles, the condensed essence of spring. The trees met, blending over the road and the... Ayn Rand

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