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No Difference. Small as a peanut, Big as a giant, We're all the same size. When we turn off the light. Rich as a sultan, Poor as a mite, We're all worth the same. When we turn off the light. Red, black or orange, Yellow or white, We all look the same. When we turn off the light. So maybe the way, To make everything right. Is for god to just reach out. And turn off the light! Shel Silverstein
She was white, perhaps too white. Her eyes, which were almost always cast down, when she raised them testified to the purest of souls, and when she smiled, revealing her small, white teeth, one might be tempted to say that a rose is merely a plant, and ivory just an elephant’s tusk. Jose Rizal
But madness? That small remnant of altered consciousness, pure or in response to circumstances. Circumstances of life, even those of the body itself and its chemistry. How cruel and stupid to punish this as we do with ostracism and fear, to have forged a network of fear, strong as the locks and bars of a back ward. This is the jail we could all end up in. And we know it. And watch our step. For a lifetime. We behave. A fantastic and entire system of social control, by the threat of example as... Kate Millett
Mark Twain quote: "Stay away from people who belittle your ambition, small people..."
Stay away from people who belittle your ambition, small people do that, but great people make you like to be great! Mark Twain
Yukiko rolled over. That plain, that simple. Her body was small in its moving. And her hair followed, dreaming her as she moved. A cat, her cat, in bed with her was awakened by her moving, and watched her turn slowly over in bed. When she stopped moving, the cat went back to sleep. It was a black cat and could have been a suburb of her hair. Richard Brautigan
Prim a doctor. She couldn't even dream of it in 12. Something small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside me. This is the sort of future a rebellion could bring. Suzanne Collins
Yet how often is it that we are rescued by a stranger, if ever at all? And how is it that our lives can become drained of the possibility of forgiveness and kindness - so drained that even one small act of mercy becomes a potent lifelong memory? How do our lives reach these points? Doug Coupland
So we came to understand that small and important thing, that our lives could be large with interesting strangers who would pass us without any personal involvement. Michael Ondaatje
But the small cloud which appeared in the northwest four months ago had blown up into a mighty storm and then into a screaming tornado, sweeping away her world, whirling her out of her sheltered life, and dropping her down in the midst of this still, haunted desolation. Margaret Mitchell
Paulo Coelho quote: "When in doubt, just take the next small step"
When in doubt, just take the next small step Paulo Coelho
This is our goal as writers, I think: to help others have this sense of wonder, of seeing things anew, things that catch us off-guard, that break in our small bordered worlds. When this happens everything feels more spacious. Anne Lamott
Suzanne Collins quote: "I will die, in my own small way, undefeated."
I will die, in my own small way, undefeated. Suzanne Collins
Easily found, easily gathered, lives were the small change of this world, and if you lost a few, it didn't matter; there were always more. Salman Rushdie
The effect is both domestic and wild, equal parts geometric and chaotic. It's the visual signature of small, diversified farms that creates the picture-postcard landscape here, along with its celebrated gastronomic one. Couldn't Americans learn to love landscapes like these around our cities, treasuring them not just gastronomically but aesthetically, instead of giving everything over to suburban development? Can we only love agriculture on postcards? Barbara Kingsolver
The six elephants stood, roped each by the foreleg side by side in the vast thirty-foot tent put up several days since for their comfort; their trunks peacefully swaying as the cowardie scuttled back and forth with limp forkloads of hay. Small puffs of steam came from their mouths. Their breath was sweet, filling the sun-warmed, crisp air; and their hides, soothed, clean and lustrous from the water, lay calm on their great hips like the skin of the moon. Only at the end of the line the great... Dorothy Dunnett

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