“Silver hidden in the gold,
Young man hidden in the old,
Laughing lord with weeping eyes,
Bring king and ring before sunrise!
― Margaret Lovett, The Great and Terrible Quest
Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances.
I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted.
“The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero
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“Right now I’ve got just two rules to live by.
Rule one: don’t taunt elephants.
Rule two: don’t stand next to anybody who taunts elephants.
-Sergeant Schlock”
― Howard Tayler, The Tub of Happiness
“No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.”
― Gautama Buddha, Sayings Of Buddha
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“And like a colorful bloom of temporary lights in the sky, you will shine.”
― Chad Sugg
“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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“Dance is the hidden language of the soul”
― Martha Graham
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“Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.”
― Jack Kerouac, Book of Sketches
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“You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it’s how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.”
― Carrie Jones, Entice
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“The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.”
― Nicholas Sparks, Safe Haven
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“You are one corrupt, perfectly white flower, yearning for its own reflection, in the calm waters”
― Die
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“Ponder well on this point: the pleasant hours of our life are all connected by a more or less tangible link, with some memory of the table.”
― Charles Pierre Monselet (1825-1888)
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