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Anaitha Quotes By John Lennon

Free as a bird
It's the next best thing to be
Free as a bird.
Home, home and dry
Like a homing bird I'll fly
As a bird on wings.
Whatever happened to
The life that we once knew?
Can we really live without each other?
Where did we lose the touch
That seemed to mean so much?
It always made me feel so free. — John Lennon

Anaitha Quotes By Vincent Van Gogh

I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream. — Vincent Van Gogh

Anaitha Quotes By Rainbow Rowell

She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something. Eleanor — Rainbow Rowell

Anaitha Quotes By Sophia Amoruso

Sometimes the expectation of being inspired in one specific way may close you off to the actual inspiration. — Sophia Amoruso

Anaitha Quotes By Roald Dahl

Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It's made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners! — Roald Dahl

Anaitha Quotes By Mark Twain

Cold! If the thermometer had been an inch longer we'd all have frozen to death! — Mark Twain

Anaitha Quotes By Arthur Schopenhauer

The characteristic mark of minds of the first rank is the immediacy of all their judgements. Everything they produce is the result of thinking for themselves and already in the way it is spoken everywhere announces itself as such. — Arthur Schopenhauer

Anaitha Quotes By Guy De Maupassant

Yes, this is the only good thing in life: love! To hold a woman you love in your arms! That is the ultimate in human happiness. — Guy De Maupassant

Anaitha Quotes By Tracy K. Smith

For years following the death of my mother, I wanted to write about her. I started writing what I thought of as personal essays about growing up as her child, but I never could finish any of them. I think I was too close to that loss, and too eager to try and resolve things, to make her death make sense. — Tracy K. Smith