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Quote Left Morning Is Yellow Like A Desk Is Square He always wanted to explain things. But no one cared. So he drew. Sometimes he would draw and it wasn't anything. He wanted to carve it in stone or write it in the sky. He would lie out on the grass and look up in the sky. And it would be only him and the sky and the things inside him that needed saying. And it was after that he drew the picture. It was a beautiful picture. He kept it under his pillow and would let no one see it. And he would look at it every night and think about it. And when it was dark, and his eyes were closed, he could still see it. And it was all of him. And he loved it. When he started school he brought it with him. Not to show anyone, but just to have with him like a friend. It was funny about school. He sat in a square brown desk Like all the other square brown desks And he thought it should be red And his room was a square brown room. Like all the other rooms. And it was tight and close. And stiff. He hated to hold the pencil and chalk, With his arm stiff and his feet flat on the floor. Stiff. With the teacher watching and watching. The teacher came and spoke to him. She told him to wear a tie like all the other boys. He said he didn't like them. And she said it didn't matter. After that they drew. And he drew all yellow and it was the way he felt about morning. And it was beautiful. The teacher came and smiled at him. 'What's this?' she said. 'Why don't you draw something like Ken's drawing? Isn't it beatiful?' After that his mother bought him a tie. And he always drew airplanes and rocket ships like everyone else. And he threw the old picture away. And when he lay alone looking at the sky, It was big and blue and all of everything, But he wasn't anymore. He was square inside. And brown. And his hands were stiff. And he was like everyone else. And the things inside him that needed saying didn't need it anymore. It had stopped pushing. It was crushed. Stiff. Like everything else. Quote Right
Quote Left Our flag is red, white and blue, but our nation is a rainbow -- red, yellow, brown, black and white -- and we're all precious in God's sight. Quote Right
Quote Left While walking in a toy store The day before today, I overheard a Crayon Box With many things to say. I don't like red! said Yellow. And Green said, Nor do I! And no one here likes Orange, But no one knows quite why. We are a box of crayons that really doesn't get along, Said Blue to all the others. Something here is wrong! Well, i bought that box of crayons And took it home with me And laid out all the crayons So the crayons could all see They watched me as I colored With Red and Blue and Green And Black and White and Orange And every color in between They watched as Green became the grass And Blue became the sky. The Yellow sun was shining bright On White clouds drifting by. Colors changing as they touched, Becoming something new. They watched me as I colored. They watched till I was through. And when I'd finally finished, I began to walk away. And as I did the Crayon box Had something more to say... I do like Red! said the Yellow And Green said, So do I! And Blue you are terrific! So high up in the sky. We are a Box of Crayons Each of us unique, But when we get together The picture is complete. Quote Right
Quote Left Semi-Saracenic architecture, sustaining itself as if by miracle in mid air; glittering in the red sunlight with a hundred oriels, minarets, an... Quote Right
Quote Left When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity. Funny Quote Right
Quote Left Cold hearted orb that rules the night, Removes the colours from our sight Red is grey, and yellow white But we decide which is right. And which is an illusion. Pinprick holes in a colourless sky, Let incipient figures of light pass by, The mighty light of ten thousand suns, Challanges infinity and is soon gone. Night time, to some, a brief interlude, To others, the fear of solititude. Brave Helios, wake up your steeds, Bring us the warmth the countryside needs. Quote Right
Quote Left Men are not to be told anything they might find too painful; the secret depths of human nature, the sordid physicalities, might overwhelm or damage them. For instance, men often faint at the sight of their own blood, to which they are not accustomed. For this reason you should never stand behind one in the line at the Red Cross donor clinic. Quote Right
Quote Left His breast was deep and white, cold and caressable; his eyes were red glass, much to be desired. Quote Right
Quote Left The draft is white people sending black people to fight yellow people to protect the country they stole from the red people. Quote Right
Quote Left She kisses her killed boy. And she is sorry. Chaos in windy grays through a red prairie. Quote Right
Quote Left Whenever you get red in the face, whenever you raise your voice, whenever you get hot under the collar or angry, rebellious or negative in spirit, then know that the spirit of God is leaving you and the spirit of Satan is beginning to take over. Quote Right
Quote Left 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 Quote Right
Quote Left Breathe deep the gathering gloom Watchlights fade from every room Bedsitter people look back and lament Another days useless energies spent Empassioned lovers wrestle as one Lonely man cries for love and has none New mother picks up and settles her son Senior citizens wish they were young Cold hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colors from our sight Red is gray and yellow white But we decide which is right And which is an illusion Quote Right
Quote Left All those girls who wore the red shoes,... Quote Right
Quote Left Another piece of advice: when you proofread cross out as many adjectives and adverbs as you can. You have so many modifiers that the reader has trouble understanding and gets worn out. It is comprehensible when I write: The man sat on the grass, because it is clear and does not detain one's attention. On the other hand, it is difficult to figure out and hard on the brain if I write: The tall, narrow-chested man of medium height and with a red beard sat down on the green grass that had already been trampled down by the pedestrians, sat down silently, looking around timidly and fearfully. The brain can't grasp all that at once, and art must be grasped at once, instantaneously. And then one other thing; you are lyrical by nature. The timber of your soul is soft. If you were a composer you would avoid writing marches. It is unnatural for your talent to curse, shout, taunt, denounce with rage. Therefore, you'll understand if I advise you, in proofreading, to eliminate the sons of bitches, curs, and flea-bitten mutts that appear here and there on the pages of Life. Quote Right
Quote Left Their time past, pulled down cracked and flung to the fire go up in a roar All recognition lost, burnt clean clean in the flame, the green dispersed, a living red, flame red, red as blood wakes on the ash-- Quote Right
Quote Left God is not merely interestd in the freedom of brown men, yellow men, red men and black men.He is interested in the freedom of the whole human race. Quote Right
Quote Left Here comes February, a little girl with her first valentine, a red bow in her wind-blown hair, a kiss waiting on her lips, a tantrum just back of her laughter. Quote Right
Quote Left Scared, Cold, in pain, the dust hasn't settled yet. Pinned in, crying, my clothes are ripped, red, and wet. Lights, noise, and confusion, all part of the night. I'm going to die alone, give up the fight. Red lights are flashing, mixing with blue. A face appears at my window, the face is you. You're gonna be all right is the first thing you say. A reassuring voice, someone wants me to stay. You could have been home with family, they need you too. You worked all day at the job, your sleeping hours numbered two. But you went down the hall, hoping your family is OK. Now you're here with me and Death, with comforting words to say. No time for yourself, no thought for your safety. Later you may think, your decision was hasty. Get the Jaws. Watch that gas; Keep the people away. Get his vitals, hose this down. Some things I hear them say. You stand in gas, look in my window, show no fear. I look back at you knowing, your voice is the last I'll ever hear. I fade away as you hold me, while holding back your tears. Thank you for being there, You Brave Volunteers. Quote Right
Quote Left Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. Quote Right
Quote Left In the first place we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the man's becoming in very fact an American, and nothing but an American...There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn't an American at all. We have room for but one flag, the American flag, and this excludes the red flag, which symbolizes all wars against liberty and civilization, just as much as it excludes any foreign flag of a nation to which we are hostile...We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language...and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people. Quote Right
Quote Left It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. Quote Right
Quote Left The other day I bumped into Santa Claus. A good bump it was, too! I ought to have been arrested, for there is no open season on Santa Claus. But sometimes a first class collision is an exciting thing. It will knock the wind out of you, and it may knock an idea into your head. True, this Santa Claus did not have the white cotton whiskers or a red coat, but she was the real thing all right! Santa Claus in the flesh and plenty of it. A lady who looked like an animated Christmas tree with packages dangling from very limb and I bumped and spilled. As I was trying to pick up the packages she gasped out, Oh, I hate Christmas anyhow! It turns everything upside down. To which I said, That is just what it was made for. This lofty sentiment did not stop her dirty looks at all. But it is the big thing about Christmas. Quote Right
Quote Left Our nation was born in genocide when it embraced the doctrine that the original American, the Indian, was an inferior race. Even before there were large numbers of Negroes on our shore, the scar of our racial hatred had already disfigured colonial society. From the sixteenth century forward, blood flowed in battles over racial supremacy. We are perhaps the only nation which tried as a matter of national policy to wipe out its indigenous population. Moreover, we elevated that tragic experience into a noble crusade. Indeed, even today we have not permitted ourselves to reject or feel remorse for this shameful episode. Our literature, our films, our drama, our folklore all exalt it. Our children are still taught to respect the violence which reduced a red-skinned people of an earlier culture into a few fragmented groups herded into impoverished reservations. Quote Right
Quote Left Lady justice has been raped Truth assassin Rolls of red tape seal your lips Now you're done in Their money tips her scales again Make your deal Just what is truth? I cannot tell Cannot feel Quote Right
Quote Left It started when I left Vegas that first time, skipping the hotel bill, driving off in that red convertible all alone, drunk and crazy, back to L.A. That's exactly what I felt. Fear and loathing. Quote Right
Quote Left Roses are red, Violets are blue, Some poems rhyme Quote Right
Quote Left Their time past, pulled down cracked and flung to the fire go up in a roar All recognition lost, burnt clean clean in the flame, the green dispersed, a living red, flame red, red as blood wakes on the ash-- Quote Right
Quote Left HATCHET, n. A young axe, known among Indians as a Thomashawk.O bury the hatchet, irascible Red, For peace is a blessing, the White Man said. The Savage concurred, and that weapon interred, With imposing rites, in the White Man's head. --John Lukkus Quote Right
Quote Left Her breasts under her gown are cold, for a flower has grown, murex-red on the red gown. Quote Right
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Member Quotes About Red

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Quote Left Throughout life you'll meet one person who is like no other, you can talk to this person for hours and they never get bored, you can tell this person things and they will never judge you, this person is your partner your soulmate your best friend never let them go. Quote Right
Quote Left Good math is discovered. Bad math is invented. Quote Right
Quote Left There's a bond created in the forge of eternity, tempered by Gods' skillful hammer and design. Formed and cooled by wisdom and acceptance, its strength, ever present to combine. Quote Right
Quote Left I've mastered the art of loneliness, I have it down to a tee,a smile is my disguise, for it masks the pain you see. Quote Right
Quote Left Being brave is being scared, but still facing something you'd rather run away from. Quote Right
Quote Left It is not enough for a story to be incredible: it must also be credible. Quote Right
Quote Left “I think you were born for this time and place. You can call it fate or Divine Providence, but you were born for this. Sometimes I think our lives were predestined to go down a certain path. Oh, we can choose the good or the bad along the way, but ultimately, perhaps we are predestined for things beyond our control. It is not acurse, but a gift, to be embraced and used in the right way.” - Dan "Doc" Thomas, The Rushing Tide Quote Right
Quote Left Some who have suffered greatly in their lives, in retrospect, after spiritual evaluation, thank God for that opportunity to suffer. Sounds crazy I know. But true for some. Quote Right
Quote Left I'm not scared of being alone, I am scared of ending up in a room full of people I cannot trust! Quote Right
Quote Left love's a journey, not a destination anew, It's the sum of moments, lived and shared, The love we make, the love we've dared Quote Right
Quote Left The soul whispered to itself, 'I am here to learn, to love, and to grow. Quote Right
Quote Left "Make it a point to tell your children you love them, so when you send them off into the world they will be powered by the greatest fuel there is, LOVE!" Quote Right
Quote Left Love can bring beauty, pain and loneliness -- to its credit, love is always love unchangeable. Omnipotent for the poet. Quote Right
Quote Left When I start to write, I try to make of myself a blank slate...left with just the impulse that got me there, at the lone scrimmage. I sit quietly...waiting.... Until an interesting thought or phrase, can be even one word eagerly presenting itself. Then I begin the poem, letting the impulse lead beyond. To me, poetry, along with everything else a writer uses for definition and motivation, above all else is viewed as sacred -- alive and independent literary expression in a manic, schizoid way:) Quote Right
Quote Left I’ve always been painted the colors of an outcast, they just became more vivid when I got injured and was reminded I have to get back up all by myself. Quote Right
Quote Left All the Jezebelic acts are clustered in the plutonic thoughts, that the road is not long— save the sense-minded have the light of flashing into the darkness. We put lips on every unwelcome acts. And we pray that God will chain our legs from treading thorpath, but flopath. Quote Right
Quote Left Always more we could have said, should have said. But what love has been given, is never lost, though perhaps deeply planted in the firmament of time. It is God's Law and Promise to humanity...that there will be a rich harvest for those who remain faithful to the core tenderness of His Sacred Heart. Quote Right
Quote Left " The Birth of Jesus from the Virgin is equivalent to the stage Srotapatti or Sohan ( He who has entered the stream ). This Initiation is the entrance of the Christ Soul into the Physical life intent upon living it Spiritually by Consecrating it to Noble and Worthy Ideals" Quote Right
Quote Left I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.—William Tecumseh Sherman Quote Right
Quote Left Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,?but to be fearless in facing them. -- Rabindranath Tagore Quote Right
Quote Left Cruel with guilt, and daring with despair, the midnight murderer bursts the faithless bar; invades the sacred hour of silent rest and leaves, unseen, a dagger in your breast. --Samuel Johnson Quote Right
Quote Left Flee the captured city, find a new home in sager neighborhoods. Manhattan was the greatest city, now it has become desolate. Quote Right
Quote Left When we as a nation hold a non-diverse attitude! Where hatred can be instilled in us. Racism will always be a prosecutor who surround us! Because! We allow it and invite it in! Quote Right
Quote Left Kate's cured cancers answer they give I take but instead trt ed live for love of f rapist and watcher you did as they murdered my kid Quote Right
Quote Left A racist should be considered a murderer who harms others with his heinous thoughts: it's not an instant death but a slow one. Quote Right
Quote Left "To lay awake and watch the galaxy slowly move, memories stored unlocked, a touch of existence." Quote by poet Quote Right
Quote Left The distance of a solution can only be measured by intent Quote Right
Quote Left Your poem or quote could be a masterpiece, but if your not part of the in crowd,it will be ignored. Quote Right
Quote Left My father was a magician he disappeared the day I was born. Quote Right
Quote Left I’m not the best at everything, but I feel bad when I’m ignored Quote Right
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