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5f9383d REMEMBER YOUR GREATNES achieve affirmation attitude beauty big birth born competition confidence courage egg existence eye fears giant great greatness human inspirational life living-achievement loser losing loss obstacles odds pains poem poetry race small sperm strength struggles success successful suffering survivor suzy-kassem victory warrior win winner winners winning wisdom Suzy Kassem
bf580c1 "Will father be there?" she asked. John turned to her in astonishment. Your father is dead," he replied somberly. "Why should he go to Hades? You have it confused with another place that was abolished long ago." After supper they folded up the table-cloth and spread their blankets for the night. What a dream it was," Kismine sighed, gazing up at the stars. "How strange it seems to be here with one dress and a penniless fianc_! Under the stars," she repeated. "I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth." It was a dream," said John quietly. "Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness." How pleasant then to be insane!" So I'm told," said John gloomily. "I don't know any longer. At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion. Well, I have that last and I will make the usual nothing of it." He shivered. "Turn up your coat collar, little girl, the night's full of chill and you'll get pneumonia. His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours." So wrapping himself in his blanket he fell off to sleep." big diamond ritz F. Scott Fitzgerald
975c7aa The universe is a big place. Maybe we're not in the best neighborhood. big neighborhood place universe John Scalzi
7821b82 DeLois lived up the block on 142nd Street and never had her hair done, and all the neighbourhood women sucked their teeth as she walked by. Her crispy hair twinkled in the summer sun as her big proud stomach moved her on down the block while I watched, not caring whether or not she was a poem. afro-hair big free inspirational judging judgmental natural real Audre Lorde