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flowers hello lamp rhymes watch ya
Paul Simon Hello lamp post, what ya knowin'? I come to watch your flowers growin'. Ain't you got no rhymes for me? do do do do... feelin' groovy.
flower night urban-legends
Rob Sheffield 'American Horror' goes for a very specific kind of Seventies suburban downer ambience - 'Flowers in the Attic' paperbacks, Black Sabbath album covers and late-night flicks like 'Let's Scare Jessica to Death.' It even has 'Go Ask Alice'-era urban legends.
flower years nuts
Richard Whately Some persons resemble certain trees, such as the nut, which flowers in February and ripens its fruit in September; or the juniper and the arbutus; which take a whole year or more to perfect their fruit; and others, the cherry, which takes between two an three months.
flower years pda
Ryan Howard Anybody can be Prince Charming one day a year, with the dinner and the flowers and all that. But you know what impresses me? When a guy can do that NO days a year.
flower autumn fleeting
Umberto Eco Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.
flower butterfly sky
Trina Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.
flower butterfly sleep
William Wordsworth I've watched you now a full half-hour; Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!
flower yellow rivers
William Wordsworth A primrose by the river's brim A yellow rose was to him. And it was nothing more
yellow lovely sun
Vincent Van Gogh How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
yellow people black
Zora Neale Hurston If it was so honorable and glorious to be black, why was it the yellow-skinned people among us had so much prestige?
yellow what-if life-is
Yevgeny Zamyatin And a question stirred within me: What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed life, is happier than we are?
yellow tangible littles
Vladimir Nabokov I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost.
yellow silence golden
Zell Miller Silence isn't golden. It's yellow.
yellow gloves cleaning
Rachel Nichols I've always enjoyed doing dishes. Maybe it was the fashionable yellow gloves that I loved so much. It's weird, I know, but I find cleaning cathartic.
yellow joy contradicting
Marya Hornbacher The joy is an absurd yellow tulip, popping up in my life, contradicting all the evidence that shows it should not be there.
yellow long childhood
Pam Brown A teddy bear is your childhood wrapped up in faded yellow fur, and as such, he commands affection long after he is out grown.
yellow thumbs-up bragging
Nicki Minaj I get the thumbs up like I'm hailing a yellow cab.
rivers bird black
Rebecca West Birds sat on the telegraph wires that spanned the river as the black notes sit on a staff of music.
rivers water abundance
William Whipple The river route is certainly preferable, as it affords good grazing and an abundance of water.
rivers appreciate water
Sarah Ban Breathnach The revelation that we have everything we need in life to make us happy but simply lack the conscious awareness to appreciate it can be as refreshing as lemonade on a hot afternoon. Or it can be as startling as cold water being thrown in our face. How many of us go through our days parched and empty, thirsting after happiness, when we’re really standing knee-deep in the river of abundance?
rivers water dip
William Blake Dip him in the river who loves water.
rivers mourning tongue
W. H. Auden Far from his illness The wolves ran on through the evergreen forests, The peasant river was untempted by the fashionable quays; By mourning tongues The death of the poet was kept from his poems.
rivers growing language
Robert MacNeil Change is legitimate and inevitable, for our language is a mighty river, picking up silt and flotsam here and discarding it there, but growing ever wider and richer.
rivers joy fishes
Zhuangzi I know the joy of fishes in the river through my own joy, as I go walking along the same river.
rivers topics kind
William Stafford I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don't have any sense of its coming to a kind of crescendo, or of its petering out either. It is just going steadily along.
rivers waiting silence
William Stafford You and I can turn and look at the silent river and wait. We know the current is there, hidden; and there are comings and goings from miles away that hold the stillness exactly before us. What the river says, that is what I say.