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stars thinking anxiety
And yet, within her anxiety, secured there like a gemstone, she carries the cool and curious power of occasionally being able to see the world vividly. Clarity bursts upon her a spray of little stars. She understands this, and thinks of it as one of the tricks of consciousness; there is something almost luxurious about it.. The narrative maze opens and permits her to pass through. She may be crowded out of her own life - she knows this for a fact and has always know it - but she possesses, as a compensatory gift, the startling ability to draft alternative versions. Carol Shields
stars flames light
To seek freedom is the only driving force I know. Freedom to fly off into that infinity out there. Freedom to dissolve; to lift off; to be like the flame of a candle, which, in spite of being up against the light of a billion stars, remains intact, because it never pretended to be more than what it is: a mere candle. Carlos Castaneda
stars children thinking
Far overhead from beyond the veil of blue sky which hid them the stars sang again; a pure, cold, difficult music. Then there came a swift flash like fire (but it burnt nobody) either from the sky or from the Lion itself, and every drop of blood tingled in the children's bodies, and the deepest, wildest voice they had ever heard was saying: "Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters. C. S. Lewis
stars son our-world
In our world," said Eustace, "a star is a huge ball of flaming gas." Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is, but only what it is made of. C. S. Lewis
stars said retired
Golly,' said Edmund under his breath, 'He's a retired star. C. S. Lewis
stars toughest
We have so many stars that the toughest part is getting our roster down to 30 players. Manny Acta
stars asian movie-star
There are no Asian movie stars Aaron Sorkin
stars passion eye
Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two up and two down, with digital chimneys like pigs' tits on the rooftops sending up heat and smoke into the cold trough of a windy sky. Stars hid like snipers, taking aim now and again when clouds gave them a loophole. Winter was an easy time for him to hide his secrets, for each dark street patted his shoulder and became a friend, and the gaseous eye of each lamp glowed unwinking as he passed. Alan Sillitoe
stars pieces saws
I hear about stars being torn to pieces by fans. It never happened to me and I never saw it happen to anyone else Alan Ladd
thinking two size
I think that we can't deny the public's want for balancing out the images that are out there depicting women. Not all of us are 17 and a size two. Carre Otis
thinking media giving
Before you can pick a social-media strategy, you have to think of your customer and what the value proposition is for them. Social media is a way to engage customers, not to give your business a 'shout out.' Carol Roth
thinking self starting-out
I think what I would say to my younger self, and probably to younger, just starting-out writers is that a lot of times you're just afraid to put yourself out there, and it's uncomfortable because it's working up the courage to do something, to push yourself to do those things. Carol Leifer
thinking use language
Words are our life. We are human because we use language. So I think we are less human when we use less language. Carol Shields
thinking long people
Bookish people, who are often maladroit people, persist in thinking they can master any subtlety so long as it's been shaped into acceptable expository prose. Carol Shields
thinking giving people
I think it does suggest that the American people really do want to listen to somebody who actually has some solutions, some answers, and gives them some hope. Carol Moseley Braun
thinking protection incumbency
I think its time to get a reapportionment process that frankly takes out the incumbency protection and the raw politics of the process. Carol Moseley Braun
thinking issues giving
And frankly, being a woman I think gives me a slightly different take on a lot of the issues and on a lot of the solutions to the problems we face. Carol Moseley Braun
thinking rights color
I think the legacy of the civil rights movement is that now whites are more open to being represented by people of color or people who are women or, again, non-traditional candidates. Carol Moseley Braun
fog sun mystery
Mystery magnifies danger as the fog the sun. Charles Caleb Colton
fog wind clouds
Three or four times only in my youth did I glimpse the Joyous Isles, before they were lost to fogs, depressions, cold fronts, ill winds, and contrary tides... I mistook them for adulthood. Assuming they were a fixed feature in my life's voyage, I neglected to record their latitude, their longitude, their approach. Young ruddy fool. What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds. David Mitchell
fog white people
The fact was, Ford kept stumbling around. I didn't want him in the White House. I wanted Carter in, and I had a forum of 20 million people watching. Chevy Chase
fog clerks banking
It is easier to rob by setting up a bank than by holding up a bank clerk. Bertolt Brecht
fog ships politician
Politicians are like ships: noisiest when lost in a fog. Bennett Cerf
fog action remember
I don't remember anything anybody said in any Jack Ford picture. Nothing happens except action. Elia Kazan
fog weather littles
The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter. Blaise Pascal
fog white house
I've had some wonderful times at the White House. I've been with Ford, Carter, Reagan, Clinton and Bush. Dom DeLuise
fog yellow house
I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary, dismal, unprofitable world? See how the yellow fog swirls down the street and drifts across the duncoloured houses. What could be more hopelessly prosaic and material? Arthur Conan Doyle