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Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive. ↗

— Richard Eberhart

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It is astonishing what an effort it seems to be for many people to put their brains definitely and systematically to work. ↗

— Thomas A. Edison

#brains #definitely #effort #many #people

The president said that he would unite this country, that he was a uniter, not a divider. Have you ever seen America more divided? Have you ever seen Washington more divided? ↗

— John Edwards

#country #divided #ever #more #president

I distanced myself, relatively, from my parents for a year or so in my late twenties. It was necessary for me to feel my autonomy. Other than that brief gap, we have always been a very close family. ↗

— Jennifer Ehle

#autonomy #been #brief #close #family

I think it's important to encourage gluttony in all its formats. ↗

— Lydia Lunch

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In Tim's films, more than most, if you miss the tone, you don't get the film. ↗

— Danny Elfman

#films #get #miss #more #most

I hate my stomach. It's impossible to get it flat, and the area around my belly button drives me crazy. ↗

— Carmen Electra

#around #belly #button #crazy #drives

We may be up against a stone wall, but we don't have to bloody our heads against it unless we choose to. ↗

— William Glasser

#bloody #choose #heads #may #our

I saw the Stones three years ago at the Wiltern Theater in L.A. and that was mind blowing. ↗

— Joe Elliott

#blowing #i #mind #saw #stones

In a world of chance is there a better and a worse? We yield to a stranger's embrace or give ourselves to the waves; for the blink of an eyelid our vigilance relaxes; we are asleep; and when we awake, we have lost the direction of our lives. What are these blinks of an eyelid, against which the only defence is an eternal and inhuman wakefulness? Might they not be the cracks and chinks through which another voice, other voices, speak in our lives? By what right do we close our ears to them? (Susan Barton) ↗

— J.M. Coetzee

#others #philosophy #self-awareness #susan-barton #life