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leaves legacy strong
He leaves a strong legacy for the country. Steve Clarke
leaves
I have never connected with 'Gone With the Wind.' 'Lawrence of Arabia' leaves me cold. Stephen Hunter
leaves misses weight
He's a worker. He never misses a day. He's (in the weight room) first and leaves last. Gordon Roberts
leaves sloppy sour tactically taste
I thought tactically we were pretty good, but we were a little sloppy at the end, which leaves a sour taste in your mouth. Dave Tippett
leaves-of-grass persons
Are you the new person drawn toward me? Walt Whitman
leaves-of-grass democratic nations
Here is not merely a nation but a teeming nation of nations.
leaves-of-grass shows smallest
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.
leaves-of-grass objects
I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.
leaves-of-grass individual theory
The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.
sad
Well, you can't be depressed and sad 24 hours a day. Julia Sweeney
sadness voice rose
Rose you can't go." This time the sadness in Lissa's voice was mirrored though the bond, flooding into me. "It's not that Dimitri didn't ask to see you. He asked specifically not to see you. Richelle Mead
sadness patient kind
His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope. William Maxwell
sadness arrows dull
I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness. Virginia Woolf
sadness weight wonder
The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. William Wordsworth
sadness light use
I sometimes use a lot of light greens and greys when I feel there is sadness in the painting. Robert Ryan
sadness matter nothing-matters
Come into my life, here where nothing matters. Come into my life, roll away the gloom. Robert Plant
sad moving-on grief
And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed. Sarah Waters
sadness mirrors light
He was looking at me, jsut as I'd thought he would be, but like Bert's, his light was not what I expected. No pity, no sadness: nothing had changed. I realized all the times I'd felt people stare at me, their faces had been pictures, abstracts. None of them were mirrors, able to reflect back the expression I thought one I wore, the feelings only I felt. Sarah Dessen