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192d382
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A lion doesn't concern itself with the opinion of sheep.
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lion
sheep
tywin-lannister
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George R.R. Martin |
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dc71b30
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For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It's no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?
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war
stars
love
thorns
roses
sheep
importance
uniqueness
longing
protection
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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797615f
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A man when he is making up to anybody can be cordial and gallant and full of little attentions and altogether charming. But when a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep.
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lovers
humour
love
sheep
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Agatha Christie |
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55ea93d
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Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?
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ass
curmudgeon
meatsacks
mouthbreathers
pronouncements
intellectual
pompous
attitude
sheep
satire
hilarious
contempt
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John Kennedy Toole |
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dbaa98d
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"I'm not trying to impress you," he replied, glancing up at the front of the room. "Gads," he said, blinking in surprise. "What is that ?" Hyacinth followed his gaze. Several of the Pleinsworth progeny, one of whom appeared to be costumed as a shepherdess, were milling about. "Now that's an interesting coincidence," Gareth murmured. "It might be time to start bleating," she agreed. "I thought this was meant to be a poetry recitation." Hyacinth grimaced and shook her head. "An unexpected change to the program, I'm afraid." "From iambic pentameter to Little Bo Peep?" he asked doubtfully. "It does seem a stretch." Hyacinth gave him a rueful look. "I think there will still be iambic pentameter." His mouth fell open. "From Peep?" She nodded, holding up the program that had been resting in her lap. "It's an original composition," she said, as if that would explain everything. "By Harriet Pleinsworth.The Shepherdess, the Unicorn, and Henry VIII ." "All of them? At once?" "I'm not jesting," she said, shaking her head. "Of course not. Even you couldn't have made this up." Hyacinth decided to take that as a compliment. "Why didn't I receive one of these?" he asked, taking the program from her. "I believe it was decided not to hand them out to the gentlemen," Hyacinth said, glancing about the room. "One has to admire Lady Pleinsworth's foresight, actually. You'd surely flee if you knew what was in store for you."
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humor
henry-viii
unicorn
sheep
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Julia Quinn |
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2de1ec2
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He was in awe of the thirst that people had for someone to tell them that everything was going to be all right. He marveled at the gullibility and vulnerability of his fellow humans. No wonder the churches called them sheep. They were woolly-headed pack animals being herded around for the benefit of whoever knew how to control the dogs.
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humanity
religion
sheep
gullibility
power
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Craig Ferguson |
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99063f4
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"There's nothing so fearsome as the revolt of a sheep," said de Marsay."
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sheep
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Honoré de Balzac |
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7d9b247
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The obituary writers drew their incomplete sketches, touring through his life like travelers to England who do not ever see swans, sheep, bicycles, and blue eyes.
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travelers
obituary
sheep
blue-eyes
england
swans
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Mark Helprin |
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4e4ad66
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Most people are like sheep. Nice, harmless creatures who want nothing more than to be left alone so they can graze. But then of course there are wolves. Who want nothing more than to eat the sheep. But there's a third kind of person. The sheepdog. Sheepdogs have fangs like wolves. But their instinct isn't predation. It's protection. All they want, what they live for, is to protect the flock.
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philosophy
sheepdog
predation
sheep
wolves
protect
police
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Barry Eisler |
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ca6c65e
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"The Lord is my shepherd." But if we are sheep why in heaven's name should we trust our shepherd? He's going to guard us from the wolves all right, oh yes, but only so that he can sell us later to the butcher."
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shepherd
religion-christianity
sheep
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Graham Greene |
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aaa2271
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Up the hill, sheep bleat, oblivious to human empires rising and falling.
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sheep
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David Mitchell |
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e43814c
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The sheep, I guess demented with love, didn't object to this at all. Casimir somehow found time to pull up some grass for it, and it lay down and munched its grass and then chewed its cud like hanging out with dogs [...] was something it always did. Maybe it thought other sheep were boring and that it had finally found its spiritual home.
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humor
sheep
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Robin McKinley |
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f6bc352
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The crisis is past and all is well, the sheep returns to the fold. We're all sheep who have strayed at times. Truth is truth, to the end of reckoning, we've cried. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts, we've shouted to ourselves.
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thoughts
truth
sheep
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Ray Bradbury |
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bb9e4f1
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"[the sheep] sidled up beside him and bumped him lovingly with its head. Val looked at it sadly. "I am sorry, you ugly creature," he said. "I have not used my magic in a long time, and I am very out of practice."
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magic
sheep
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Robin McKinley |
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2ee52ec
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"I may be a city boy, but I'm fairly certain that the greasy purple and red squishy bits are supposed to stay inside the sheep and not be sprayed across a surprisingly large area. "Animal attack?" I asked."
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intestines
sheep
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Ben Aaronovitch |
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2b7c2a9
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"But the biggest clue seemed to be their expressions. They were hard to explain. Good-natured, friendly, easygoing...and uninvolved. They were like spectators. You had the feeling they had just wandered in there themselves and somebody had handed them a wrench. There was no identification with the job. No saying, "I am a mechanic." At 5 P.M. or whenever their eight hours were in, you knew they would cut it off and not have another thought about their work. They were already trying not to have any thoughts about their work on the job."
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work
automaton
employees
mindless
mindfulness
mindset
sheep
perspective
quality
consciousness
awareness
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Robert M. Pirsig |
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74deb0b
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"Well you needn't have any 'feelings' about mountains," said Philip. "Mountains are all the same - just tops, middles and bottoms, sometimes with sheep on and sometimes without."
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sheep
mountains
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Enid Blyton |
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a3cd0e6
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"Pardon me, sir," Prudence said, directing her words and her placid gaze precisely at Professor Peck, "if I understand you correctly, it seems you have identified the different textures of human hair as evidence that Negroes, Indians, Orientals, and the white man are all members of different species. But I cannot help but wonder at your supposition. On this very estate, sir, we raise several varieties of sheep. Perhaps you noticed them as you came up the drive earlier this evening? Some of our sheep have silken hair, some have coarse hair, and some have dense woolen curls. Surely, sir, you would not doubt that- despite their differences in coats- they are all sheep. And if you'll excuse me, I believe that all these varieties of sheep can also be interbred successfully with one another. Is it not the same with man? Could one not, then, the argument that Negroes, Indians, Orientals, and the white man are also all one species?"
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same
prudence-whittaker
species
sheep
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Elizabeth Gilbert |