In the world's audience hall, the simple blade of grass sits on the same carpet with the sunbeams, and the stars of midnight.
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A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.
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'Maman', said Annaïse, her voice strangely weak. 'Here is the water.' A thin blade of silver came forward in the plain and the peasants...
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The summer day is closed - the sun is set: Well they have done their office, those bright hours, The latest of whose train goes softly out In the red west. The green blade of the ground Has risen, and herds have cropped it; the young twig Has spread its plaited tissues to the sun; Flowers of the garden and the waste have blown And withered; seeds have fallen upon the soil, From bursting cells, and in their graves await Their resurrection. Insects from the pools Have filled the air awhile with humming wings, That now are still for ever; painted moths Have wandered the blue sky, and died again
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It required some rudeness to disturb with our boat the mirror-like surface of the water, in which every twig and blade of grass was so faithfu...
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A tree trunk the size of a man grows from a blade as thin as a hair. A tower nine stories high is built from a small heap of earth.
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To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes.
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Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
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Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, Grow, Grow
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The human mind is so complex and things are so tangled up with each other that, to explain a blade of straw, one would have to take to pieces an entire universe. A definition is a sack of flour compressed into a thimble.
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The symbol of perpetual youth, the grass-blade, like a long green ribbon, streams from the sod into the summer, checked indeed by the frost, b...
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Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
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All that is gold does not glitter, not all who wander are lost, the old that are strong do not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring, renewed shall be blade that is broken, the crownless again shall be king.
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Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harms we do, we do to ourselves.
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Dr. Karen Jenson Vampires like you aren't a species, you're just infected, a virus, a sexually transmitted disease. Frost I'll tell you what we are, sister. We're the top of the f***ing food chain.
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Better stop short than fill to the brim. Oversharpen the blade, and the edge will soon blunt. Amass a store of gold and jade, and no one can protect it. Claim wealth and titles, and disaster will follow. Retire when the work is done. This is the way of heaven.
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Temper is a weapon that we hold by the blade.
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I've seen things you people would not believe; attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion; I watched seabeams glitter in the dark by the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time like tears in rain.
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The tallest blade of grass is the first to be cut by the scythe.
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On Achievement: The tallest blade of grass is the first to be cut by the lawnmower.
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It's too bad she won't live. But, then again, who does?
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I'll rock your world!
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Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.
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The people stood like corn in the high fields and listened to the Master. As the reaper's blade scythed them all, the Master fell silent. The lesson would be learned by others.
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Blade You better wake up. The world you live in is nothing but a sugarcoated topping There is another world beneath it. And if you want to survive it you better learn how to PULL THE TRIGGER
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Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so-called scientific knowledge
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Frost When was the last time you stopped to appreciate a good sunset- oh yeah that's right. You were born a vampire.
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It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Work is healthy; you can hardly put more upon a man than he can bear. Worry is the rust upon the blade. It is not the revolution which destroys the machinery but the friction. Fear secretes acids; but love and trust are sweet juices
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The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.
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A great many open minds should be closed for repairs.
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