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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. William Shakespeare
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
contagion knew urgent
Of all the problems which were open to me for study, typhus was the most urgent and the most unexplored. We knew nothing of the way in which contagion spread. Charles Jules Henry Nicole
contagion crises cursing grand suffers visible
Our contortions, visible or secret, we communicate to the planet; already it trembles even as we do, it suffers the contagion of our crises and, as this grand mal spreads, it vomits us forth, cursing us the while. Emile Cioran
contagion growing leaps
I think that this is a contagion that can't be stopped. It is growing by leaps and bounds. Armando Navarro
contagion flashy foul hungry lean mist pipes rank rot sheep songs wretched
And when they list, their lean and flashy songs / Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, / The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, / But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, / Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread. John Milton