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Cuyahoga Falls Ohio Quotes By William B. Irvine

Before Socrates, philosophers were primarily interested in explaining the world around them and the phenomena of that world - in doing what we would now call science. Although Socrates studied science as a young man, he abandoned it to focus his attention on the human condition. — William B. Irvine

Cuyahoga Falls Ohio Quotes By Robert Mapplethorpe

I just want to be written about as a normal artist. — Robert Mapplethorpe

Cuyahoga Falls Ohio Quotes By Laurence Sterne

Was all uniformity; - he was systematical, and, like all systematic reasoners, he would move both heaven and earth, and twist and torture every thing in nature to support his hypothesis. — Laurence Sterne

Cuyahoga Falls Ohio Quotes By Ryan Quinn

It's redaction city when it comes to his online identity. — Ryan Quinn

Cuyahoga Falls Ohio Quotes By Gloria Steinem

A good friendship is a conversation that never ends. — Gloria Steinem

Cuyahoga Falls Ohio Quotes By Paulo Coelho

Today I feel like Psyche on the cliff, cold and afraid. But if I can overcome this night and give in to the mystery and faith in life, I will awake in a palace. All I need is time. — Paulo Coelho

Cuyahoga Falls Ohio Quotes By Joe Hyams

We are like blades of grass or trees of the forest, creations of the universe, of the spirit of the universe, and the spirit of the universe has neither life nor death. Vanity is the only obstacle to life. — Joe Hyams

Cuyahoga Falls Ohio Quotes By David Romtvedt

Dilemmas of the Angels: Flight"

Before the angel there was something else -
not this coffee shop next to a drug rehabilitation center
filled with war veterans of the past, men and women
strapped to their chairs, birds straining to rise
from piles of feathers, bones, and blood.

Drenched in sweat and a little shaky
from too much caffeine, she takes flight,
a shining white-winged trumpeter swan
crossing open water, steam rising
from the feathers' barbs. Below her,
a cormorant, unfolding its black wings,
explodes from the surface, and even fish,
leaping from the oily sheen, glide
for a moment, gills pumping
in the poisonous atmosphere.

Such longing. How large
the muscles in our shoulders must be
to lift our wings even a single time. — David Romtvedt