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Entabled Quotes By Helle Thorning-Schmidt

I really appreciate the British part of my family. — Helle Thorning-Schmidt

Entabled Quotes By Stephen King

Sand choked the stainless steel gutters of concentric streets below dark skies full of stars like beds of cold jewels. And through it all, a dying wind of change blew, bringing with it the cinnamon smell of late October. — Stephen King

Entabled Quotes By Bryant McGill

The pain of humanity's most maltreated victims echoes deep within each of us, in the form of our shame or ignorance. — Bryant McGill

Entabled Quotes By Sanober Khan

Poems can get
sleepless too

and become

the loneliest thing
in the universe. — Sanober Khan

Entabled Quotes By Teju Cole

The doors of our fridges, glimpses of cleavage, images of our birthday cakes, the setting sun: cheap photography makes visible the ways in which we are similar, and have for a long time been similar. Now we have proof, again, and again, and again. The — Teju Cole

Entabled Quotes By Hillary Clinton

When does life start? When does it end? Who makes these decisions? ... Every day, in hospitals and homes and hospices ... people are struggling with those profound issues. — Hillary Clinton

Entabled Quotes By Cormac McCarthy

He got up and walked out to the road. The black shape of it running from dark to dark. Then the distant low rumble. Not thunder. You could feel it under your feet. A sound without cognate and so without description. Something imponderable shifting out there in the dark. The earth itself contracting with the cold. It did not come again. What time of year? What age the child? He walked out into the road and stood. The silence. The salitter drying from the earth. The mudstained shapes of flooded cities burned to the waterline. At a crossroads a ground set with dolmen stones where the spoken bones of oracles lay moldering. No sound but the wind. What will you say? A living man spoke these lines? He sharpened a quill with his small pen knife to scribe these things in sloe or lampblack? At some reckonable and entabled moment? He is coming to steal my eyes. To seal my mouth with dirt. — Cormac McCarthy