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Alexander, you broke my heart. But for carrying me on your back, for pulling my dying sled, for giving me your last… — Paullina Simons Copy Share Image
We [USA and China] have a common responsibility with different numerical targets, and that's the situation ultimately we are going to have… — Jay Inslee Copy Share Image
I leave to children exclusively, but only for the life of their childhood, all and every the dandelions of the fields and… — Williston Fish Copy Share Image
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The 4th sort of creatures... which moved through the 3 former sorts, were incredibly small, and so small in my eye that… — Antonie van Leeuwenhoek Copy Share Image
What would happen if history could be rewritten as casually as erasing a blackboard? Our past would be like the shifting sands… — Michio Kaku Copy Share Image
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All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little white town of Bideford, which slopes… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
How thin and insecure is that little beach of white sand we call consciousness. I've always known that in my writing it… — Athol Fugard Copy Share Image
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I've always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises. Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
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You know, a meme is now circulating that's called the Ostrich Brigade. And it's used to describe all those people who are… — Dalia Mogahed Copy Share Image
Humans are animals and like all animals we leave tracks as we walk: signs of passage made in snow, sand, mud, grass,… — Robert Macfarlane Copy Share Image
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die, because they are… — Richard Dawkins Copy Share Image
Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast. If a man habituated to a narrow circle of cares and pleasures, out of which… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
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It is moonlight. Alone in the silence I ascend my stairs once more, While waves remote in pale blue starlight Crash on… — Conrad Aiken Copy Share Image
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The book is a uniquely durable object, one that can be fully enjoyed without being damaged. A book doesn't require fuel, food,… — Lewis Buzbee Copy Share Image
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The wilderness is near as well as dear to every man. Even the oldest villages are indebted to the border of wild… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible… — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
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In interior decorating, the pig's actually quite there. It's used in paint for the texture, but also for the glossiness. In sandpaper,… — Christien Meindertsma Copy Share Image
It's a funny thing about bogs. You can fill them with rocks and sand and old logs and make a little fenced-in… — Tove Jansson Copy Share Image
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
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Well there's only one way to prepare for playing beach volleyball, and that's by getting in the sand. But offseason is really… — Kerri Walsh Copy Share Image
People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams, because they feel that they don’t deserve them, or that they’ll be unable… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
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