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William Shakespeare quote: "O, speak to me no more; these words like daggers enter my..."
O, speak to me no more; these words like daggers enter my ears.(a fancy way of saying SHUT UP!)" William Shakespeare
In this respect, our townsfolk were like everybody else, wrapped up in themselves; in other words, they were humanists: they disbelieved in pestilences. A pestilence isn't a thing made to man's measure; therefore we tell ourselves that pestilence is a mere bogy of the mind, a bad dream that will pass away. But it doesn't always pass away and, from one bad dream to another, it is men who pass away, and the humanists first of all, because they have taken no precautions. Albert Camus
Walter Scott quote: "Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never."
Many a law, many a commandment have I broken, but my word never. Walter Scott
What you hold in your hands right now, beneath these words, is consecrated air and time and sunlight and, first of all, a place. Barbara Kingsolver
But the truth, he knows, is otherwise. His pleasure in living has been snuffed out. Like a leaf on a stream, like a puffball on a breeze, he has begun to float towards his end. He sees it quite clearly, and it fills him with (the word will not go away) despair. The blood of life is leaving his body and despair is taking its place, despair that is like a gas, odourless, tasteless, without nourishment. You breathe it in, your limbs relax, you cease to care, even at the moment when the steel... J. M. Coetzee
Jodi Picoult quote: "There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at..."
There is a reason the word belonging has a synonym for want at its center; it is the human condition. Jodi Picoult
And my father, who never once in his life would have used the word 'nigger,' would smile and give an almost imperceptible laugh -- not a trace of rage on behalf of black people, not a trace of rage on behalf of me. Anne Lamott
Tell me Was Venus more beautiful Than you are When she topped The crinkled waves Drifting shoreward On her plaited shell Was Botticelli’s vision Fairer than mine And were the painted rosebuds He tossed his lady Of better worth Than the words I blow about you To cover your too great loveliness As with a gauze Of misted silver For me You stand poised In the blue and buoyant air Cinctured by bright winds Treading the sunlight. And the waves which precede you Ripple and stir The sands... Amy Lowell
Thus they went on living in a reality that was slipping away, momentarily captured by words, but which would escape irremediably when they forgot the values of the written letters. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it. Sylvia Plath
too often we understimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potentional to turn a life round. Leo Buscaglia
The Holy Word. That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsd soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might control. The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew! William Blake
Sydney Smith quote: "No furniture is so charming as books, even if you never open..."
No furniture is so charming as books, even if you never open them or read a single word. Sydney Smith
Blue as the evening sky, blue as cranesbill flowers, blue as the lips of drowned men and the heart of a blaze burning with too hot a flame. Yes, sometimes it was hot in this world, too. Hot and cold, light and dark, terrible and beautiful, it was everything all at once. It wasn't true that you felt nothing in the land of Death. You felt and heard and smelled and saw, but your heart remained strangely calm, as if it were resting before the dance began again. Peace. Was that the word? Cornelia Funke
Love again: wanking at ten past three (Surely he's taken her home by now?), The bedroom hot as a bakery, The drink gone dead, without showing how To meet tomorrow, and afterwards, And the usual pain, like dysentery. Someone else feeling her breasts and cunt, Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare, And me supposed to be ignorant, Or find it funny, or not to care, Even ... but why put it into words? Isolate rather this element That spreads through other lives like a tree And... Philip Larkin

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