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morning nbc firsts
When I first broke through, there was only NBC, CBS and ABC, and they had news in the morning and in the evening - there wasn't no 24-hour news. Dick Gregory
morning cat organization
The NAACP is a wonderful organization . . . But do you realize if tomorrow morning we had complete integration, all them cats would be outta work? Dick Gregory
morning father voice
My father always used to say, "Don't raise your voice. Improve your argument." Desmond Tutu
morning falling-in-love fate
For every poet it is always morning in the world; history a forgotten, insomniac night. The fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world in spite of history. Derek Walcott
morning poetry toads
And hence the poet must seek to be essentially anonymous, He must die a little death each morning, He must swallow his toad and study his vomit as Baudelaire studied la charogne of Jeanne Duval. Delmore Schwartz
morning children rose
What was the freedom to which the adult human being rose in the morning, if each act was held back or inspired by the overpowering ghost of a little child? Delmore Schwartz
morning evening fishes
If I don't fish in the morning, I fish in the evening. Deion Sanders
morning two wake-up
I, of course, meditate for two hours every morning. It's part of my schedule; I wake up at 4 a.m. every day and I love it. Deepak Chopra
morning opportunity oxygen
I get very excited when I wake up in the morning and I am just full of oxygen. I say that purposefully. I try not to take for granted how lucky we are to have life and breath and opportunity. Once we've got that, we can conquer anything. Truly, I get high on oxygen, and once I graduate from that, what really fulfills me is doing what I love. That, to me, is absolutely priceless. Debbi Fields
evening grandpa head laugh laughing picked
We used to laugh at Grandpa when he'd head off and go fishing. But we wouldn't be laughing that evening when he'd come back with some whore he picked up in town. ![]()
evening fast green hill mine shine sun violet
Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down, Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave! James Beattie