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"Dear Waves, You have been restless all your life? Or maybe uneasy? I don't know quite. Oscillating between faiths, swinging between shores!Yet when we sit next to you on those sands, do you never feel like sharing what bothers you so much?"
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"Creatures, I give you yourselves," said the strong, happy voice of Aslan. "I give to you forever this land of Narnia. I give you the woods, the fruits, the rivers. I give you the stars and I give you myself. The Dumb Beasts whom I have not chosen are yours also. Treat them gently and cherish them but do not go back to their ways lest you cease to be Talking Beasts. For out of them you were taken and into them you can return. Do not so."
"He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods, the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted."
"A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with."
"If men could fit water into their pockets, the ocean would be empty."
"Flowers are the beautiful hairs of the Mother Spring! Don't pluck them!"
"There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me."
"Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only."
"Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die."
"Hold out your hands to feel the luxury of sunbeams. Press the soft blossoms against your cheek, and finger their graces of form, their delicate mutability of shape, their pliancy and freshness. Expose your face to the aerial floods that sweep the heavens, 'inhale great draughts of space,' wonder, wonder at the wind's unwearied activity. Pile note on note the infinite music that flows increasingly to your soul from the tactual sonorities of a thousand branches and tumbling waters. How can the world be shriveled when this most profound, emotional sense, touch, is faithful to its service? I am sure that if a fairy bade me choose between the sense of sight and that of touch, I would not part with the warm, endearing contact of human hands."
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"The mirror it was and life it spelled, The road ahead, and the time past stepped, All gathered in one; one to all paired, My life is so different from all the world's threads.My breaths are mine, my woes are too, If my life were put through you, You sure would unlikely pursue, It should be left for me to gather, I am its sculptor, mine would be the hammer."
"I'll keep looking - till that watery reflection of mine in your eye, rolls down as a tear. I'll keep looking till we finally look away like our lives never met. Let's cheat destiny as if we never knew each other. Let's do this last thing together."
"There is now a distance, pressing quite persistent, May be only inches apart, but as if an artery is blocked.There now seem some secrets, a word which was earlier so needless.May be they now laugh so less, and even in summers, the air between them feels dense.Who connects? Who neglects?Barely matters when you are no more friends."
"In this, journey, of reaching, to myself, I have had, many a, thoroughfares, goodbye affairs, reality checks, and, lovely overwhelms."
"There is a very thin line of difference between a Pessimist and a Perfectionist. Both are scared to fail, strive for ideal but the only think unlike in the two is - Pessimist thinks it will last forever and Perfectionist knows it won't."
"I day dream.Therefore, I am the queen, of my thoughts.Though thirteen, I drift, between, one conception, to another.I create opinions, liberate dilemmas, assert convictions, deal paroxysm, create perfections.I am neither, a thinker, nor a, perceiver, I am a Day Dreamer"
"I wanted to be that, The one which was vast, The one which laughed, The one which surpassed, Yes, which also collapsed.True, it was abstract.I wanted to be that.I still, want to be that!"
"Certain voices heardare heardnot becausethey are phonetic...But, from one soulthey head, to another, in the form of magic.(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)"
"I was moving around with my imperfect, broken pieces until you came across and stitched my flaws with your words."
"Her question was clear - 'Father, where does the Loss reside?In the sighs?Cheeks with tears wiped?A lost appetite?Owning a room confined?Or in the smiles all falsified?Thus, the Father decide, It is no matter to hide, he replied - 'I think its deep inside, Probably, In the layers of your soul, Where the body provides it, Ample food to be - Magnified, multiplied, intensified.But once you clarify, That its not to be occupied inside, It starves of supplies, And dies.So child, when there is loss, Make sure you refuse to invite it inward, And absolutely never make it your lifelong parasite."
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