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ededd07 Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master inspirational poetic sweet Maggie Stiefvater
d9eb00b Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. romantic inspirational poetic beautiful Nicholas Sparks
78e26ef And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them? metaphor simile rain copy mimic shakespearean poetic fall wind cry crying despair wit howl Mervyn Peake
309a916 "Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom." " romantic love constancy poetic William Shakespeare
ea2da4a The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night. rain poetic F. Scott Fitzgerald
b330fc7 Everything was chocolate ice cream and kisses and wind. poetic Francesca Lia Block
a6d8d76 Sometimes I believe that love dies but hope springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that hope dies but love springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals love, and sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals good sex. Sometimes I believe that love is as natural as the tides, and sometimes I believe that love is an act of will. Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it. Sometimes I believe that love is essential, and sometimes I believe that only reason love is essential is that otherwise you spend all your time looking for it. romantic love poetic Nora Ephron
c86d402 We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful, poetic, and absurd. We find, in all these records of the past, philosophies and dreams, and efforts stained with tears, of great and tender souls who tried to pierce the mystery of life and death, to answer the eternal questions of the Whence and Whither, and vainly sought to make, with bits of shattered glass, a mirror that would, in very truth, reflect the face and form of Nature's perfect self. These myths were born of hopes, and fears, and tears, and smiles, and they were touched and colored by all there is of joy and grief between the rosy dawn of birth, and death's sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion, and gave to gods the faults and frailties of the sons of men. In them, the winds and waves were music, and all the lakes, and streams, and springs,--the mountains, woods and perfumed dells were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. They thrilled the veins of Spring with tremulous desire; made tawny Summer's billowed breast the throne and home of love; filled Autumns arms with sun-kissed grapes, and gathered sheaves; and pictured Winter as a weak old king who felt, like Lear upon his withered face, Cordelia's tears. These myths, though false, are beautiful, and have for many ages and in countless ways, enriched the heart and kindled thought. But if the world were taught that all these things are true and all inspired of God, and that eternal punishment will be the lot of him who dares deny or doubt, the sweetest myth of all the Fable World would lose its beauty, and become a scorned and hateful thing to every brave and thoughtful man. winter perfection shakespeare true grief doubt passion nature joy fear past death dreams music hope life love truth hateful philosophies religion-myths scorn sacred-books brave tender fairy haunted pagan king-lear spring woods fable poetic mountains lake birth smiles deny eternity autumn punishment gods effort tears questions mystery beautiful throne summer thought delight william-shakespeare pleasure Robert G. Ingersoll
0fadef0 I always grow poetic when I am lying to myself. poetic Ursula K. Le Guin
c9bf703 "Cease, stranger, cease those witching notes, The art of syren choirs; Hush the seductive voice that floats Across the trembling wires. Music's ethereal power was given Not to dissolve our clay, misinterpreted poetic John Henry Newman
a32e6fc What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? macabre nature melt melting poetic wind naked sun sunlight die dying Kahlil Gibran
9ac65b6 She is too perfect to be known by fragments. No mean brick shall be a specimen of the building of my palace. love poetic north-and-south Elizabeth Gaskell
c49449f "I'd like to hear five recordings of Louis Armstrong playing and singing "What Did I Do to Be so Black and Blue"-all at the same time. Sometimes now I listen to Louis while I have my favorite dessert of vanilla ice cream and sloe gin. I pour the red liquid over the white mound, watching it glisten and the vapor rising as Louis bends that military instrument into a beam of lyrical sound." poetic Ralph Ellison
84e4ee0 "The grave casts long shadows, Iron Lord," Mirri said. "Long and dark, and in the end no light can hold them back." poetic George R.R. Martin
86bfbae Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it. romantic romance poetry poetic Nicholas Sparks
edae8e2 "If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, "Nobody's," In his youth, he has not yet understood that poets like poetry, and novelists like novels; he himself likes only the role, the thought of himself in a hat." literature writer poetry writing pretentious pretentiousness the-writing-life poetic writing-advice write artistry poet Annie Dillard
b82ecc3 But the future lay open, a thousand kaleidoscopic possibilities with a small quick heartbeat, delicate and impatient inspirational pages-63-64 poetic Jonathan Safran Foer
f6abec1 desperately knocking against the blind little world, i loosened one of its planks, opening a window to a new, wider world. There, spread out, was a profusion of geography, of atmosphere, of full empty air. pages-68-69 poetic Jonathan Safran Foer
61b6258 Cara signora Milena, la giornata e molto breve, con Lei e soltanto con qualche altra inezia e bell'e passata e terminata. E' molto se rimane un po' di tempo per scrivere alla vera Milena perche quella ancor piu vera era qui tutto il giorno nella camera, sul balcone, nelle nuvole. poetic Franz Kafka
0a1cda0 Someone was playing piano nearby and the music drifted slowly in and out of my mind like the ebb and flow of ocean surf. i almost recognized the melody, but i could not be sure, it slipped like a cool and silken wind from my grasp. poetic piano Chaim Potok
0449287 a young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow suicide sentence poetic Markus Zusak
175669b Wings of a half finished book across his chest. poetic Jonathan Safran Foer
1b71f46 faces pressed against the pane, full of little, content with sawdust tears. page-46 poetic Jonathan Safran Foer
369f887 "I had no room now for this fear, or for any other fear, because I was filled to the brim with music. And even when it was not literally (audibly) music, there was the music of my muscle-orchestra playing -- "the silent music of the body," in Harvey's lovely phrase. With this playing, the musicality of my motion, I myself became the music -- "You are the music, while the music lasts." A creature of muscle, motion and music, all inseparable and in unison with each other -- except for that unstrung part of me, that poor broken instrument which could not join in and lay motionless and mute without tone or tune." introspective poetic Oliver Sacks
862ff92 To feel everything in every way; to be able to think with the emotions and feel with the mind; not to desire much except with the imagination; to suffer with haughtiness; to see clearly so as to write accurately; to know oneself through diplomacy and dissimulation; to become naturalized as a different person, with all the necessary documents; in short, to use all sensations but only on the inside, peeling them all down to God and then wrapping everything up again and putting it back in the shop window like the sales assistant I can see from here with the small tins of a new brand of shoe polish. stream-of-consciousness poetic thinking Fernando Pessoa
aee8f01 Oh, Scarlett, you are so young you wring my heart. love-quotes funny gone-with-the-wind margaret-mitchell rhett-butler poetic Margaret Mitchell
7b427fe from under the ground, from under the waters, they clutch at us, they clutch at us, we won't let go. grief loss poetry dreams poetic dreaming grieving nightmares nightmare Margaret Atwood
e2270bb Fracture lines etch the surface of the glass box as if a body fell from the sky and landed on it. He doesn't hear the impact, can't smell the blood. metaphor reassurance life poetic-prose wintergirls poetic recovery Laurie Halse Anderson
abe1b96 Don Ricardo wanted a successor worthy of himself. Jorge would always be cocooned in the privileges of his class, hiding from his mediocrity in creature comforts. Penelope, the beautiful Penelope, was a woman, and therefore a treasure, not a treasurer. Julian, who had the soul of a poet, and therefore the soul of a murderer, fulfilled all the requirements. It was only a question of time. life poetic Carlos Ruiz Zafón
3d7f36c [H]is skin was the color of age and his features the shape of a saint's. poetic Joe Haldeman
68f1e17 ..there was no need to injure the shrubs, since we had already injured the quail. concious poetic Carlos Castaneda
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