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Buxkemper Slaton Quotes By Neil Diamond

Song Sung Blue took a lot of compressing and refining, and it has one of my favorite lyrics. — Neil Diamond

Buxkemper Slaton Quotes By Artur Rodzinski

Only when every one of us and every nation learns the secret of love for all mankind will the world become a great orchestra, following the beat of the Greatest Conductor of all. — Artur Rodzinski

Buxkemper Slaton Quotes By Penelope Cruz

I was 11 when I first said I wanted to become an actress, and everyone looked at me as if I had said I wanted to go to the moon. — Penelope Cruz

Buxkemper Slaton Quotes By Charles B. Rangel

A greater tax deduction for students is not a handout. On the contrary, it helps those who are willing to meet the challenges of higher education to invest in our collective future. — Charles B. Rangel

Buxkemper Slaton Quotes By Richelle E. Goodrich

The greatest gift you can give is your time. Not money, not items, not food, not pretty cards with handwritten sentiment, but time. People need your presence. The way you can help a soul the most is to simply be there. — Richelle E. Goodrich

Buxkemper Slaton Quotes By Oscar Wilde

Of course married life is merely a habit, a bad habit. But then one regrets the loss even of one's worse habits. — Oscar Wilde

Buxkemper Slaton Quotes By Virginia Woolf

The battered woman
for she wore a skirt
with her right hand exposed, her left clutching at her side, stood singing of love
love which has lasted a million years, she sang, love which prevails, and millions of years ago, her lover, who had been dead these centuries, had walked, she crooned, with her in May; but in the course of ages, long as summer days, and flaming, she remembered, with nothing but red asters, he had gone; death's enormous sickle had swept those tremendous hills, and when at last she laid her hoary and immensely aged head on the earth, now become a mere cinder of ice, she implored the Gods to lay by her side a bunch of purple heather, there on her high burial place which the last rays of the last sun caressed; for then the pageant of the universe would be over. — Virginia Woolf