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death minute strange visited
Death is such a strange thing. One minute you're here and then just gone. You'd think there would be an anteroom, a place where you could be visited before you go. John Banville
death digs grave
Death is still working like a mole, / And digs my grave at each remove. P. Herbert
death escape eternally forever god helping learn thereby visited wrong
Death is so important that God visited death upon his own son, thereby helping us learn right from wrong well enough that we may escape death forever and live eternally in God's grace. P. J. O'Rourke
death
Death is not treatment, even if it's medically facilitated. Stella Young
death love people strikes
Death is a sniper. It strikes people you love, people you like, people you know - it's everywhere. You could be next. But then you turn out not to be. But then again, you could be. Nora Ephron
death host house process staff storm thousands
Death is a part of the process in storm recovery, ... We're not Houston. We can't house thousands of evacuees. We can host this staff and let them do their work. George Grace
death given heat mercy policy practice treat united
Death is a given in wartime. But this isn't about death in the heat of battle; this is about how we treat those already at the mercy of U.S. forces. It's about who is responsible for the policy and practice of the United States. Deborah Pearlstein
death keen robbed servant true
Death has robbed us of a true servant who was keen on his job. Njeru Ndwiga
death doors shall thousand
Death has a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one Philip Massinger
butterfly wings white
Poetry is the establishment of a metaphorical link between white butterfly-wings and the scraps of torn-up love-letters. Carl Sandburg
butterfly sleep night
You know what it's like to feel anxious - it's horrible feeling anxious. It's stressful having that feeling, having butterflies in your stomach, even for a day, and you don't sleep at night. Damian Lewis
butterfly wheels satire
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? Alexander Pope
butterfly heart winning
I still get butterflies on the first tee. I still get sweaty hands, and my heart pumps a lot going down the 18th. But I know what winning is all about now, and that's a feeling that I like. Annika Sorenstam
butterfly want
I want to chase the butterflies. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
butterfly rocks people
We did that with people like Chris Rock, Woody Harrelson, and the environmentalist Julia Butterfly Hill. Anthony Kiedis
butterfly men way
Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often. Alice Hoffman
butterfly perfect bird
Butterflies and birds are like one perfect teaspoon of creation. Anne Lamott
butterfly know-thyself caterpillars
A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly Andre Gide
grieving self-respect silence
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words. Elbert Hubbard
grieving whole-life died
You spend your whole life grieving for those who haven't died yet. Orson Scott Card
grieving people brave
When people are grieving, it's kind of like a storm, and you need something to grab onto, but often you have to brave it on your own. Clare Bowen
grieving deep-water slides
A grieving person's like a person treading in deep water--if they've nothing to hold on to, they lose hope. They slide right under. Susanna Kearsley
grieving stills
I understand that you are still grieving. But we will always be grieving. Michelle Moran
grieving self acting
Do not grieve over someone who changes all of the sudden. It might be that he has given up acting and returned to his true self. Socrates
grieving given feels
I have no business to feel downcast or querulous merely because when so much as been given me I have not had even more. Theodore Roosevelt
grieving people remember
What is there to do when people die - people so dear and rare - but bring them back by remembering? May Sarton
grieving sorrow earth
And here am I, budding among the ruins with only sorrow to bite on, as if weeping were a seed and I the earth's only furrow. Pablo Neruda