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Mongolia And Siberia Quotes By Richard Louv

Our kids are actually doing what we told them to do when they sit in front of that TV all day or in front of that computer game all day. The society is telling kids unconsciously that nature's in the past. It really doesn't count anymore, that the future is in electronics, and besides, the bogeyman is in the woods. — Richard Louv

Mongolia And Siberia Quotes By Philip Larkin

He [Samuel Butler] made a practise of doing the forks last when washing up, on the grounds that he might die before he got to them. This is very much his principle of 'eating the grapes downwards', so that however many grapes you have eaten the next is always the best of the remainder. — Philip Larkin

Mongolia And Siberia Quotes By Mae Whitman

In every single 'Tinker Bell' movie, I feel like there's a message that I'm proud to communicate with kids. — Mae Whitman

Mongolia And Siberia Quotes By June Jordan

To believe is to become what you believe. — June Jordan

Mongolia And Siberia Quotes By Kurt Cobain

If I went to jail, at least I wouldn't have to sign autographs. — Kurt Cobain

Mongolia And Siberia Quotes By Rick Riordan

It was the heaviest thing I'd ever felt, as if I were being crushed under a thousand trucks. I wanted to black out from the pain, but I breathed deeply. I can do this. — Rick Riordan

Mongolia And Siberia Quotes By Tara Mae Mulroy

Mother, he is a gentleman.
He is a builder with bricks of moonlight.
He knows the secret places of the earth.
He washes the sleep from the eyes of the souls.
He lets them look on beauty.
He lets them tell him they hate him.
In the mornings, I gather berries and apples.
I scrub his back with rind.
I weave spider-spit, eyelash.
He talks in his sleep: pudding, fire, discus,
the things he misses.
He breathes, Your body is my orchard.
I am undulating grass.
I am a field of wheat he parts with his fingers.
Poppies bloom in my veins.
When he kisses me, he tastes pomegranate.
The night crawls nearer.
The moans of the dead roll and swell.
Mother, we are well. — Tara Mae Mulroy