Ballet in the air...
Twin butterflies until, twice white
They Meet, they mate
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Oh, he's not like that," said Favonius.
Jason flinched. "You can read my mind?"
RICK RIORDAN YOUR TWIN-FLAME IS ON BACK ORDER.
THE HEAVENLY FATHER IS BUILDING YOUR SOULMATE TAILOR MADE FOR...
QWANA REYNOLDS-FRASIER Parting they seemed to tread upon the air,/ Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart / Only to meet agai...
JOHN KEATS They drain you sometimes. They really do.
"What's it all about then mate? What's the sec...
KARL WIGGINS I'll meet you at the altar"
"I'll be the one in white!
STEPHENIE MEYER Dreaming at the Ballet"
The truth is, goddesses are lousy in bed.
They will do anyth...
JACK GILBERT If only one day,
their worlds could meet,
just halfway.
She would outplay,
JASLEEN KAUR GUMBER They scribble on notepads,
the sound of their pens
scratching the judgemental air.
EMMA CAMERON They drain you sometimes. They really do.
"What's it all about then mate? What's the secret of...
KARL WIGGINS Dad?" Jesus asked.
"Yes, son?" God replied.
"Do we still have any wrapping paper?" Jesus a...
ANTHONY T. HINCKS Can't stay long, Mother," he said. "I'm up front, the prefects have got two compartments to themselv...
J.K. ROWLING But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and...
PABLO NERUDA When in the down I sink my head,
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath;
Sleep, Deat...
ALFRED TENNYSON At first, all is black and white.
Black on white.
That's where I'm walking, through pages....
MARKUS ZUSAK In Science don't confound
Normal static electricity
To ecstatic eccentricity.
Here...
ANA CLAUDIA ANTUNES Song falls silent, music is dumb,
But the air burns with their fragrance,
And white winter...
ANNA AKHMATOVA MOUNT PLAASMOORDE
If ever you visit South Africa
And do
Leave the brilliant beaches o...
DAUGLAS DAUGLAS THE DAY I ALMOST KILLED MYSELF
It was afternoon and the razor
reflected the sky like...
KAREN FINNEYFROCK Victoria sighed deeply as the clock tower bell chimed midnight.
Light snowflakes, almost weight...
CARRAGH SHERIDAN THE LUXE IS . . .
Pretty girls in pretty dresses, partying until dawn.
Irresistible boys w...
ANNA GODBERSEN Sometimes
you meet people and know immediately
that they were meant to be your friend.
ALISON G. BAILEY Robots are like Mars: they need
girls.
Boys won't do;
the memesoup is all wrong. The...
CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE In the beginning we were a group of nine.
Three are gone, dead.
There are six of us ...
PITTACUS LORE When the young woman
leans over the sky,
about to water the flowers as well as the weeds,<...
GüNTER GRASS Be gentle,
always delicate
with every soul
you meet,
for every single morning TYLER KNOTT GREGSON the caress of each word becoming
one
with the page
t...
N'ZURI ZA AUSTIN They laid their hands upon my head,
They stroked my cheek and brow;
And time could heal a hu...
DOROTHY PARKER When they ran up to him, Percy said, 'Hey,' like they were just meeting for lunch or something.
RICK RIORDAN The pianokeys are black and white
but they sound like a million colors in your mind
MARIA CRISTINA MENA When composing a verse let there not be a hair's breath separating your mind from what you write; co...
BASHō MATSUO All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate...
Snow...unceasing snow
BASHō MATSUO Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water
BASHō MATSUO Why so scrawny, cat?
Starving for fat fish or mice...
Or backyard love?
BASHō MATSUO Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice
BASHō MATSUO Mountain-rose petals
Falling, falling, falling now...
Waterfall music
BASHō MATSUO Many solemn nights
Blond moon, we stand and marvel...
Sleeping our noons away
BASHō MATSUO April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balances
BASHō MATSUO This autumn-
why am I growing old?
bird disappearing among clouds.
BASHō MATSUO Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.
BASHō MATSUO Cormorant fishing:
How stirring,
How saddening
BASHō MATSUO Come, butterfly
It's late-
We've miles to go together.
BASHō MATSUO Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought.
BASHō MATSUO The journey itself is my home.
BASHō MATSUO Suvvia, andiamo a
contemplare la neve
fino a cadervi dentro.
BASHō MATSUO When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring...
MATSUO BASHō Chrysanthemum
Silence - monk
Sips his morning tea.
MATSUO BASHō Wintery day,
On my horse
A frozen shadow.
MATSUO BASHō Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
MATSUO BASHō For a lovely bowl
Let us arrange these flowers...
For there is no rice
MATSUO BASHō and you invented me
and I invented you
and that's why we don't
get along
on this...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI Snow White one, Snow White two,
Sorrow is coming out for you.
Snow White three, Snow White...
CAMERON JACE do not let anyone in
until they love you so fiercely,
you have no defense against their lo...
AVA. Did you meet your soul mate? That always happens on the first day of school, right?'
'Oh ...
FRANCESCA ZAPPIA The little boys did as they were told, eager to please their deranged brother.
"Ici, g...
EOIN COLFER Ballet shoes... I cannot play with them like they're toys.
But when the music is playing they ...
ANA CLAUDIA ANTUNES Twice and thrice over, as they say, good is it to repeat and review what is good.
PLATO Words
are powerful
forces of nature.
they are destruction.
they are nouris...
SANOBER KHAN You will not be a mystic until you are like the earth—
both the righteous and the sinner trea...
BAYAZID BISTAMI It is well within the order of things
That man should listen when his mate sings;
But the true...
ANNA WICKHAM Red like blood
White like bone
Red like solitude
White like silence
Red like the...
TITE KUBO Theologians and other clerks,
You won't understand this book,
-- However bright your wit...
MARGUERITE PORETE . . .because we had survived
sisters and brothers, daughters and sons,
we discovered bones...
LISEL MUELLER For I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman Ring-maker, Saruman of Many Colours!'
I looked then an...
J.R.R. TOLKIEN now it’s computers and more computers
and soon everybody will have one,
3-year-olds will...
CHARLES BUKOWSKI You don’t understand,” my dad said. “They stop you.”
“Who? What are you talkin...
CRISTINA HENRIQUEZ they thought that writing had
something to do with
the politics of the
thing.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI I don’t like this,” his brother told him as they walked down the stairs.
“You don�...
G.A. AIKEN When people work hard at what they do the best,
We often think of them as unlike the rest.
ANNE EMERICK Mr. Paggle lifted his own ale in the air. “What shall we toast to?”
“Yarrow’s right hoo...
MARCH MCCARRON Here the whole world (stars, water, air,
And field, and forest, as they were
Reflected in ...
C.S. LEWIS Rain turned to ice,
and lightning splintered, it spliced
the black sky, it seeped a bright...
A. LEE BROCK STARS AND DANDELIONS
Deep in the blue sky,
like pebbles at the bottom of the sea,
lie...
MISUZU KANEKO Fantasy. Lunacy.
All revolutions are, until they happen, then they are historical inevit...
DAVID MITCHELL That wasn't Josh Hartnett; that kid was eighteen years old," Kate said.
I told you, they ...
JULIE JAMES Twice.
Once for Adam.
Once for Warner.
TAHEREH MAFI There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass...
SHEL SILVERSTEIN Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam rises high,
And sturdily wash, and r...
LOUISA MAY ALCOTT It is always hard to see the purpose in wilderness wanderings until after they are over.
6.
JOHN BUNYAN No one ever gives me their kindness without hoping for something in exchange.
Are they an...
MARIE LU Geric," she called.
He turned back around.
"What kind of flowers were they?"
"I don't...
SHANNON HALE Blue Planet Phenomenon.
she’s from the pink planet called Constellation
he’s f...
R.M. ROMARNEY The Rich arrived in pairs
And also in Rolls Royces;
They talked of their affairs
In loud an...
HILAIRE BELLOC So the world ended.
And the next one began.
They were infinite.
The...
SARAH J. MAAS Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
- Wizard
L. FRANK BAUM FRUITS AND NUTS
Keep jumping around them like monkeys.
The clones,
Commer...
SUZY KASSEM In glades they meet skull after skull
Where pine cones lay-the rusted gun,
Green shoes full of...
HERMAN MELVILLE but nothing I ever gave was good for you;
it was like white bread to goldfish.
they cram a...
MARGARET ATWOOD Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids who don't always get A's,
The k...
DIGBY WOLFE Roads Go Ever On
Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves wher...
J.R.R. TOLKIEN Opusculum paedagogicum
The pears are not viols,
Nudes or bottles.
They resemble nothing els...
WALLACE STEVENS BLACK AND WHITE
I was born into
A religion of Light,
But with so many oth...
SUZY KASSEM I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Sha...
T.S. ELIOT A fierce battle was raging inside Harry's brain:
She's Ron's sister.
But she's ditc...
J.K. ROWLING Jill showed friend Kay the cute white mice.
They liked to run races for cheese.
Mice were ...
MELINDA K. TROTTER we met one strange summer
in a regular tangle of sticky webs
you had the air o...
MOONSHINE NOIRE Hide the miles between us
Run to me
Like you run your
Fingers through my hair
De...
VERONIKA JENSEN They waited for the elevator. " Most people love butterflies and hate moth," he said. "But moths are...
THOMAS HARRIS The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows,
Are proud and implacable, passionate foes;
I...
T.S. ELIOT Nothing can escape death.
Not even the Sun.
Not even the Earth.
Not even the unive...
HINA YU People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate i...
ELIZABETH GILBERT
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BASHō MATSUO All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate...
Snow...unceasing snow
BASHō MATSUO Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water
BASHō MATSUO Why so scrawny, cat?
Starving for fat fish or mice...
Or backyard love?
BASHō MATSUO Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice
BASHō MATSUO Mountain-rose petals
Falling, falling, falling now...
Waterfall music
BASHō MATSUO Many solemn nights
Blond moon, we stand and marvel...
Sleeping our noons away
BASHō MATSUO April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balances
BASHō MATSUO This autumn-
why am I growing old?
bird disappearing among clouds.
BASHō MATSUO Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.
BASHō MATSUO Cormorant fishing:
How stirring,
How saddening
BASHō MATSUO Come, butterfly
It's late-
We've miles to go together.
BASHō MATSUO Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought.
BASHō MATSUO The journey itself is my home.
BASHō MATSUO Suvvia, andiamo a
contemplare la neve
fino a cadervi dentro.
BASHō MATSUO When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring...
MATSUO BASHō Chrysanthemum
Silence - monk
Sips his morning tea.
MATSUO BASHō Wintery day,
On my horse
A frozen shadow.
MATSUO BASHō Sitting quietly, doing nothing, Spring comes, and the grass grows, by itself.
MATSUO BASHō For a lovely bowl
Let us arrange these flowers...
For there is no rice
MATSUO BASHō Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
MATSUO BASHO Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
MATSUO BASHO There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not t...
MATSUO BASHO The moon is brighter since the barn burned.
MATSUO BASHO The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.
MATSUO BASHO Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the men of old; seek what they sought.
MATSUO BASHO Seek not to follow in the footsteps of men of old; seek what they sought.
MATSUO BASHO Sabi is the color of haikai. It is different from tranquility. For example, if an old man dresses up...
MATSUO BASHO [Japanese haiku poets found something morose in the sound, an omen of the cicada's short adult life....
MATSUO BASHO There is nothing you can see that is not a flower; There is nothing you can think that is not the mo...
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