History is a living horse laughing at a wooden horse. History is a wind blowing where it listeth. History is no sure thing to bet on. History is a box of tricks with a lost key. History is a labyrinth of doors with sliding panels, a book of ciphers with the code in a cave of the Saragossa sea. History says, if it pleases, Excuse me, I beg your pardon, it will never happen again if I can help it.
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It sometimes strikes me that the whole of science is a piece of impudence; that nature can afford to ignore our impertinent interference. If our monkey mischief should ever reach the point of blowing up the earth by decomposing an atom, and even annihilated the sun himself, I cannot really suppose that the universe would turn a hair.
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Should I not hear, as I lie down in dust, The horns of glory blowing above my burial?
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O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
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Son, I'd say you were going at it the wrong end first, said the Judge, turning up his coat-collar. How could you care about one girl? Have you ever cared about one leaf? Riley, listening to the wildcat with an itchy hunter's look, snatched at the leaves blowing about us like midnight butterflies; alive, fluttering as though to escape and fly, one stayed trapped between his fingers. The Judge, too: he caught a leaf; and it was worth more in his hand than in Riley's. Pressing it mildly against his cheek, he distantly said, We are speaking of love. A leaf, a handful of seed--begin with these, learn a little what it is to love. First, a leaf, a fall of rain, then someone to receive what a leaf has taught you, what a fall of rain has ripened. No easy process, understand; it could take a lifetime, it has mine, and still I've never mastered it--I only know how true it is: that love is a chain of love, as nature is a chain of life.
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Death is another milestone on their way. With laughter on their lips and with winds blowing round them...
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Into this Universe, and Why not knowing Nor Whence, like Water, willy-nilly flowing And out of it, as Wind along the Waste, I know not Wither, willy-nilly blowing.
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The grace of God is a wind which is always blowing.
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Nirvana is not the blowing out of the candle. It is the extinguishing of the flame because day is come.
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The far right seeks to retain the material progress of American capitalism while removing some of its crucial causes and consequences -- as though a bridge could be made to change part of its function by blowing up part of its supports and part of its exit.
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I am not your rolling wheels. I am the highway I am not your carpet ride. I am the sky I am not your blowing wind. I am the lightning I am not your autumn moon. I am the night
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The wind is blowing, swirling in the trees. On top of that, the greens are really inconsistent out there because the low spots are soft, the high spots are really firm. It depends on where you land it.
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Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their minds.
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Maybe, although my heart is a kitten of butter, I am blowing it up like a zeppelin.
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Perhaps, after all, our best thoughts come when we are alone. It is good to listen, not to voices but to the wind blowing, to the brook running cool over polished stones, to bees drowsy with the weight of pollen. If we attend to the music of the earth, we reach serenity. And then, in some unexplained way, we share it with others.
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It is impossible to travel faster than the speed of light, and certainly not desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off.
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Play the glass,Perform the glassWith a motion of the glass,with one breath,a multitude of tones are played on the glassThe glass like a living bodygrows and changes its formAll th shapes played by the glass resound with beautyWhen blowing the glass I feel like a maestroThen suddenly come to myselfand I am just a child playing with soap bubbles
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You see these bums, you know, blowing up campuses ... storming around about this issue. (On student protesters against Vietnam War)
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Smoking. . . is a shocking thing, blowing smoke out of our mouths into other people's mouths, eyes and noses, and having the same thing done to us.
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Up in the balcony All the Romeo's are bleeding for your hand Blowing theater kisses Reciting lines they don't understand.
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I like to think of my best moment on the job as quiet victories. Victories over what Over the system, over the various bureaucracies not watching me, over my colleagues' indifference, over my patron's ignorance, over the very concept of horn-blowing pride.
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You may tell a man thou art a fiend, but not your nose wants blowing; to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind, you may tell all.
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The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.
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Not only does the wind of accidents stir me according to its blowing, but I am also stirred and troubled by the instability of my attitude.
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Haste and rashness are storms and tempests, breaking and wrecking business; but nimbleness is a full, fair wind, blowing it with speed to the heaven.
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Sterilize: what you do to your first baby's pacifier by boiling it and to your last baby's pacifier by blowing on it.
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Revelation 7:1:
After this I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the earth, holding back the four winds of the earth to prevent any wind from blowing on the land or on the sea or on any tree.
(NIV)
AFTER THIS I saw four angels stationed at the four corners of the earth, firmly holding back the four winds of the earth so that no wind should blow on the earth or sea or upon any tree. [Zech. 6:5.](AMP)
And after these things I saw four angels standing on the four corners of the earth, holding the four winds of the earth, that the wind should not blow on the earth, nor on the sea, nor on any tree.
(KJV)
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Blowing out another man's flame doesn't make yours shine any brighter, but less.
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