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wall loneliness flower
It is hard going to the door cut so small in the wall where the vision which echoes loneliness brings a scent of wild flowers in the wood. Robert Creeley
wall ideas white
I have these huge black foam boards on the wall, and tacked to them, I have these white punch cards with my story ideas, scenes and notes. Robert Crais
wall journalism profit
Journalism was being whittled away by a Wall Street theory that profits can be maximized by minimizing the product. Russell Baker
wall challenges might
The very utterness of the crash and ruin, the desperation of the case, might be its hope. On ruins one can begin to build. Anyhow, looking out from ruins one clearly sees; there are no obstructing walls. Rose Macaulay
wall brain trying
You have to work to carve out your own little corner, and I'm certainly smacking my head against the wall trying to make a dent. I just hope I don't get brain-damaged before I get there Rose McGowan
wall ice wind
Percy glanced over. He saw the fallen giant and seemed to understand what was happening. He yelled something that was lost in the wind, probably: Go! Then he slammed Riptide into the ice at his feet. The entire glacier shuddered. Ghosts fell to their knees. Behind Percy, a wave surged up from the bay-a wall of gray water even taller than the glacier. Water shot from the chasms and crevices in the ice. As the wave hit, the back half of the camp crumbled. The entire edge of the glacier peeled away, cascading into the void-carrying buildings, ghosts, and Percy Jackson over the edge. Rick Riordan
wall sadness cat
His whole being radiates a pure, wild sweetness, flitting through night woods with little melodious cries, on some cryptic errand. There is also an aura of doom and sadness about this trusting little creature. He has been abandoned many times over the centuries, left to die in cold city alleys, in hot noon vacant lots, pottery shards, nettles, crumbled mud walls. Many times he has cried for help in vain. William S. Burroughs
wall garden light
The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpended the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a fingerprint of a shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside. Virginia Woolf
wall mean talking
I'm not talking about a "show me other walls of this thing" button, I mean a "stumble" button for wallbase. William Wordsworth
thrillers reader
I'd been a thriller reader all my life. Lee Child