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tears lines and-love
There's a fine line between heartbreak and love. It's a compliment when someone tells me my music put them in a place when where they were almost in tears. Chris Botti
tears pearls gains
The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Shall come again, transform'd to orient pearl, Advantaging their loan with interest Of ten times double gain of happiness. William Shakespeare
tears reason merriment
Nature's tears are reason's merriment.
tears groups away-from-each-other
I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups. Aimee Bender
tears bills immigration
Opposes compromise immigration bill- it tears apart families. Bill Richardson
tears stewards turns
God is the ultimate steward. He even turns our tears into the seeds of a hope filled future. Bill Johnson
tears enough subjects
In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears. Edith Wharton
tears shed
I shed more tears than God could ever have required. Arthur Rimbaud
tears poetic tropes
I've read there is no such thing as a single tear, that old poetic trope. And perhaps there isn't, since hers was simply a companion to my own. Elizabeth Kostova
radiance
Beauty is a radiance that orginates from within. Jane Seymour
radiance world frank
When friends stop being frank and useful to each other, the whole world loses some of its radiance. Anatole Broyard
radiance given gates
But beauty itself is not given to us by anyone; it is a power we have within us from the gate, a radiance inside us. Marianne Williamson
radiance goodness
Beauty is the radiance of truth, and the frangrance of goodness. Vincent McNabb
radiance world satisfaction
The poet, the painter, the sculptor, the musican, the architect, seek each to concentrate this radiance of the world on one point, and each in his several work to satisfy the love of beauty which stimulates him to produce. Ralph Waldo Emerson
hue coats azure
O bluebird, welcome back again, Thy azure coat and ruddy vest, Are hues that April loveth best.... John Burroughs