#try

It's a long time until the next election, but it starts now. And if you truly want to see things change in the direction that our country is headed, you have to stay involved. You cannot quit now. ↗

— Deb Fischer

#change #country #direction #election #headed

What this country needs is radicals who will stay that way regardless of the creeping years. ↗

— John Fischer

#creeping #needs #radicals #regardless #stay

In cities no one is quiet but many are lonely; in the country, people are quiet but few are lonely. ↗

— Geoffrey Fisher

#country #few #lonely #many #people

It's challenging, but you have to at least try to eat right and exercise. ↗

— Joely Fisher

#challenging #eat #exercise #least #right

The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#clubs #country #does #live #rule

Terrorists have already attacked our Nation once. There is every reason to believe that they will try again - possibly with a weapon of mass destruction; a weapon that could be smuggled into our ports. ↗

— Mike Fitzpatrick

#already #attacked #believe #could #destruction

So what I'm trying to say is from a musical aspect for anybody to say that whatever they're doing in Florida is not Hip Hop or whatever they're doing in LA is not Hip Hop, who are these people to say that? ↗

— Grandmaster Flash

#aspect #doing #florida #hip #hip hop

Poetry is as precise a thing as geometry. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#poetry #precise #thing

I'm a child of the sixties, I'm a man of the sixties. During that period of time this country was coming apart at the seams. We were in Southeast Asia. Good men were dying for America and for the Constitution. ↗

— Curt Flood

#apart #asia #child #coming #constitution

On No Work of Words On no work of words now for three lean months in the bloody Belly of the rich year and the big purse of my body I bitterly take to task my poverty and craft: To take to give is all, return what is hungrily given Puffing the pounds of manna up through the dew to heaven, The lovely gift of the gab bangs back on a blind shaft. To lift to leave from the treasures of man is pleasing death That will rake at last all currencies of the marked breath And count the taken, forsaken mysteries in a bad dark. To surrender now is to pay the expensive ogre twice. Ancient woods of my blood, dash down to the nut of the seas If I take to burn or return this world which is each man's work. ↗

— Dylan Thomas

#poetry #reciprocity #writer-s-block #death