Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.
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The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.
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The blood blooms clean In you, ruby. The pain You wake to is not yours.
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the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly—
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We have to look at our own inertia, insecurities, self-hate, fear that, in truth, we have nothing valuable to say. When your writing blooms out of the back of this garbage compost, it is very stable. You are not running from anything. You can have a sense of artistic security. If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.
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This is the irrational season Where love blooms bright and wild. Had Mary been filled with reason There'd have been no room for the child.
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Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues.
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Cause and effect, means and ends, seed and fruit cannot be severed; for the effect already blooms in the cause, the end preexists in the means, the fruit in the seed
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Whales in the ocean sing for love And are bound by it So I will sing for you Till the end of time When nothing is left except the whales who will sing unitl they die sing until the last rose blooms until the moon shines brightly for the last time unitl the last leaf slowly falls from the trees until all is lost and nothing remains Let the world sing just like the whales who never take love for granted But cherish it forever
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