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eye confession terrible
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions. Anne Sexton
eye lilies world
When you told me you loved me," Lily's eyes widened when she looked at Lux, "You saved the world. Amanda Hocking
eye dark night
After a sleepless night the body gets weaker, It becomes dear and not yours - and nobody's. Just like a seraph you smile to people And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each Sudden sound is the whole rainbow. Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow's golden Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked This brilliant likeness - and from the dark night Only just one thing - the eyes - are growing dark. Marina Tsvetaeva
eye hands honor
There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm. Marilynne Robinson
eye men parent
The mealy look of men today is the result of momism and so is the pinched and baffled fury in the eyes of womankind. Philip Wylie
eye men world
Before I knew that a man could kill a man, because it happens all the time. Now I know that even the person with whom you've shared food, or whom you've slept, even he can kill you with no trouble. The closest neighbor can kill you with his teeth: that is what I have Learned since the genocide, and my eyes no longer gaze the same on the face of the world. Philip Zimbardo
eye age clear
They say eyes clear with age. Philip Larkin
eye steps havens
I wore Nietzsche's eyes. Now that I step back to see, I haven't been me. Paula Cole
eye opportunity ideas
If you've got a good idea and you're willing to do whatever it takes to pursue it, keep your head up and eyes open because you don't know when opportunity will come knocking. Paula Deen
arms beside carry children comfort denied door entrance future golden heart hope knowledge lamp lights miss patriotism poet promise seem strength strong tomorrow torch walk
The poet called Miss Liberty's torch 'the lamp beside the golden door.' Well, that was the entrance to America, and it still is. And now you really know why we're here tonight. The glistening hope of that lamp is still ours. Every promise, every opportunity, is still golden in this land. And through that golden door our children can walk into tomorrow with the knowledge that no one can be denied the promise that is America. Her heart is full; her torch is still golden, her future bright. She has arms big enough to comfort and strong enough to support, for the strength in her arms is the strength of her people. She will carry on in the '80s unafraid, unashamed, and unsurpassed. In this springtime of hope, some lights seem eternal; America's is. Ronald Reagan