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stars thinking anxiety
And yet, within her anxiety, secured there like a gemstone, she carries the cool and curious power of occasionally being able to see the world vividly. Clarity bursts upon her a spray of little stars. She understands this, and thinks of it as one of the tricks of consciousness; there is something almost luxurious about it.. The narrative maze opens and permits her to pass through. She may be crowded out of her own life - she knows this for a fact and has always know it - but she possesses, as a compensatory gift, the startling ability to draft alternative versions. Carol Shields
stars flames light
To seek freedom is the only driving force I know. Freedom to fly off into that infinity out there. Freedom to dissolve; to lift off; to be like the flame of a candle, which, in spite of being up against the light of a billion stars, remains intact, because it never pretended to be more than what it is: a mere candle. Carlos Castaneda
stars children thinking
Far overhead from beyond the veil of blue sky which hid them the stars sang again; a pure, cold, difficult music. Then there came a swift flash like fire (but it burnt nobody) either from the sky or from the Lion itself, and every drop of blood tingled in the children's bodies, and the deepest, wildest voice they had ever heard was saying: "Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters. C. S. Lewis
stars son our-world
In our world," said Eustace, "a star is a huge ball of flaming gas." Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is, but only what it is made of. C. S. Lewis
stars said retired
Golly,' said Edmund under his breath, 'He's a retired star. C. S. Lewis
stars toughest
We have so many stars that the toughest part is getting our roster down to 30 players. Manny Acta
stars asian movie-star
There are no Asian movie stars Aaron Sorkin
stars passion eye
Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two up and two down, with digital chimneys like pigs' tits on the rooftops sending up heat and smoke into the cold trough of a windy sky. Stars hid like snipers, taking aim now and again when clouds gave them a loophole. Winter was an easy time for him to hide his secrets, for each dark street patted his shoulder and became a friend, and the gaseous eye of each lamp glowed unwinking as he passed. Alan Sillitoe
stars pieces saws
I hear about stars being torn to pieces by fans. It never happened to me and I never saw it happen to anyone else Alan Ladd
hate fighting way
...that was the way human beings are; they love to be told what to do, but they love even more to fight and not do what they are told, and thus they get entangled in hating the one who told them in the first place. Carlos Castaneda
hate house bricks
I grew up in a brick house. What's wrong with bricks? An Englishman took me aside and said, "You have to understand, all the bricklayers in England are Irish, and the English hate the Irish." Carl Andre
hate believe hatred
Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love. C. S. Lewis
hate people mind
I see people, as they approach me, trying to make up their minds whether they'll 'say something about it' or not. I hate if they do, and if they don't. C. S. Lewis
hate mark night seniors special whenever
Whenever you have seniors you hate to see them go. I know it was a special night for Mark and Jason. Tom Borrelli
hate head injury needs open rhythm takes taking tendency time turn whenever
Whenever you come back from an injury like that, it takes time to get your rhythm back. The only thing I tell Caron is, 'Keep taking open shots. Don't turn down shots.' Sometimes he has a tendency to do that, to put his head down. I hate when he does that. He needs to keep shooting. Eddie Jones
hate people
We want people who hate to lose, like myself. Now marinate on that. Snoop Dogg
hate i-hate should
I should say nothing! I'm through with it! I hate to repeat myself all the time. Agnes Varda
hate cat race
The human race may be divided into people who love cats and people who hate them; the neutrals being few in numbers, and, for intellectual and moral reasons, not worth considering. Agnes Repplier
reading book thinking
I don't think any good book is based on factual experience. Bad books are about things the writer already knew before he wrote them. Carlos Fuentes
reading book new-books
Read and Re-Read--"Re-reading, we always find a new book. C. S. Lewis
reading glasses vision
Diaries tell their little tales with a directness, a candor, conscious or unconscious, a closeness of outlook, which gratifies our sense of security. Reading them is like gazing through a small clear pane of glass. We may not see far and wide, but we see very distinctly that which comes within our field of vision. Agnes Repplier
reading character incidents
For my part, the good novel of character is the novel I can always pick up; but the good novel of incident is the novel I can never lay down. Agnes Repplier
reading world too-much
Reading is a heady thing. You can be into the action of someone's thoughts and take a whole trip down someone's ruminations while seconds tick by in the world that they're in, but you can't really do that in film. Some films can, but not too much. Alan Tudyk
reading serious kind
For I too liked reading, thought of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial. Charlotte Bronte
reading mind doe
Nothing is worth reading that does not require an alert mind. Charles Dudley Warner
reading book lambs
Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life. Charles de Gaulle
reading writing character
Mr. Pickwick took a seat and the paper, but instead of reading the latter, peeped over the top of it, and took a survey of the man of business, who was an elderly, pimply-faced, vegetable-diet sort of man, in a black coat, dark mixture trousers, and small black gaiters; a kind of being who seemed to be an essential part of the desk at which he was writing, and to have as much thought or sentiment. Charles Dickens