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For those who are poor in happiness, each time is a first time; happiness never becomes a habit. ↗

— Marilyn Monroe

#happiness #marilyn-monroe #my-story #poor

I had a dream about you. You were old, and I was an infant, yet we looked identical. And probably because I knew you were going to die soon, I decided to kill you. I told myself it was the merciful thing to do, but secretly I knew the truth—I’d murdered you for your diapers. 
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— Dora J. Arod

#dreams #funny #humor #life #relationships

You don't make the poor richer by making the rich poorer. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#rich #taxation #poor

We didn't Make this World we're just the Poor Fools who are living in it. ↗

— Michael Grant

#poor

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' says the White Queen to Alice. ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#carroll #memory #poor

Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#poor

The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in times of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#hell #morality #neutrality #hell

We won't be seeing you,' Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick. Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch,' said George, mounting his own. Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. 'If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley -- Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes,' he said in a loud voice, 'Our new premises!' Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," added George, pointing at Professor Umbridge. STOP THEM!' shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd. Give her hell from us, Peeves.' And Peeves, who Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#george #weasley #hell

I really wonder what gives us the right to wreck this poor planet of ours. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#i #ours #planet #poor #really

The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure poor reasoning and inhibit clarity. ↗

— Bill Watterson

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