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I like the word 'indolence'. It makes my laziness seem classy. ↗

— Bern Williams

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We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory. ↗

— Bern Williams

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I named all my children after flowers. There's Lillie and Rose and my son, Artificial. ↗

— Bert Williams

#artificial #children #flowers #i #named

Since light travels faster than sound, some people appear to be bright until you hear them speak. ↗

— Brian Williams

#bright #faster #hear #light #people

In Aristotle the mind, regarded as the principle of life, divides into nutrition, sensation, and faculty of thought, corresponding to the inner most important stages in the succession of vital phenomena. ↗

— Wilhelm Wundt

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Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don't know the answer, I know only that I can't. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#does #face #happy #happy face #hypocrisy

I start to feel like I can't maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#any #facade #feel #how #i

My life's actually been quite dull; it's not all that glamorous. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

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سماعاً بني العرب الاكرمين ... اُباة التواني حماة الذمم أفيقوا فمن نام عن حقه... عراه الأذى ولواه العدم رعى الله شعباً يريد العلى... ويطلبها تحت خفق العلم إذا لم نقم قومة حرة... ونرجع عهدا طواه القدم فأين الفخار الذي ندعي... وأين الإباء وأين الكرم فتى الشعر هذا مجال قرير... فنادي الإباء ونادي الشيم ونادي الشباب كبار النفوس... ونادي الشباب عماد الأمم فلا أمل اليوم إلا بهم... لأن الشباب عماد الأمم وقل لبني العُرب لا تيأسوا... فإن الهموم ستحُي الهمم وإن المقام على الضيم عار... ولا يغسل العار إلا بدم ولابد من نهضة للعلى...بها ترفع العرب ذاك العلم ↗

— عمر حمد

#blood #freedom #martyrs #youth #freedom

My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountainside Let freedom ring! My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, Like that above. Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song; Let mortal tongues awake; Let all that breathe partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong. Our father's God to Thee, Author of liberty, To Thee we sing. Long may our land be bright, With freedom's holy light, Protect us by Thy might, Great God our King. ↗

— Samuel Francis Smith

#patriotic #poem #song #freedom