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Viaud Murat Quotes By Harry Styles

Whatever it takes its fine. — Harry Styles

Viaud Murat Quotes By Isabel Allende

Walking and walking across the world he will gradually find consolation, and one day, when he is too fatigued to take another step, he will realize that he cannot escape sorrow, he will have to tame it, so it doesn't harass him. — Isabel Allende

Viaud Murat Quotes By Stendhal

Could anything possibly be more humorous than believing in the depth or in the depravity of the Parisian character? — Stendhal

Viaud Murat Quotes By Parris Afton Bonds

Hot. Tropical, damp climates always made the skin sticky and hot. Feverishly so. Sometimes, I thought my very flesh would melt and hang from my bones like Spanish moss. In Paris I whirled in lightness and freedom . . . flinging the past away until I felt cool and alive again. But . . . the oppression came back, didn't it? I shivered, it still held me down, sucked my breath away. — Parris Afton Bonds

Viaud Murat Quotes By Nicole Deese

Bitterness can compromise a heart the way fireblight disease can consume an apple orchard. — Nicole Deese

Viaud Murat Quotes By William Shakespeare

To persist in doing wrong extenuates not the wrong, but makes it much more heavy. — William Shakespeare

Viaud Murat Quotes By Rachel Van Dyken

Watching someone you love go through difficult times is like being trapped in your own body but paralyzed. You want to yell at them, scream, help them, but your body won't move, and you know that no matter how hard you try, in the end, the path is theirs to choose, you can't choose for them. What a terrifying concept, especially considering we hardly see every option when we're stuck in our own self-defeat. — Rachel Van Dyken

Viaud Murat Quotes By Mary Oliver

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better. — Mary Oliver