Whylah Quotes & Sayings
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Top Whylah Quotes
Finishing work makes you a man, finishing difficult work makes you a hero. — Amit Kalantri
I had never spent so much time by the sea, and hated the way the air thickened with salt and sat on my skin and made me always long for a bath. I was far more comfortable with dust. — Paula McLain
Nature has poured forth all things for the common use of all men. And God has ordained that all things should be produced that there might be food in common for all, and that the earth should be in the common possession of all. Nature created common rights, but usurpation has transformed them into private rights. — Ambrose
'No Sweetness Here' is the kind of old-fashioned social realism I have always been drawn to in fiction, and it does what I think all good literature should: It entertains you. — Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
All of material and All of any services can be purchased, with the exception of, Love, Peace and Joy, they are not for sale at any price — I. Alan Appt
For the top twenty most valuable YC companies, all of them have at least two founders. — Sam Altman
That's right I never hold my tongue for saving face
Even the mic feedback will humm "Amazing Grace" — Mac Lethal
A rural Venus, Selah rises from the
gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps
petals of water from her skin. At once,
clouds begin to sob for such beauty.
Clothing drops like leaves.
"No one makes poetry,my Mme.
Butterfly, my Carmen, in Whylah,"
I whisper. She smiles: "We'll shape it with
our souls."
Desire illuminates the dark manuscript
of our skin with beetles and butterflies.
After the lightning and rain has ceased,
after the lightning and rain of lovemaking
has ceased, Selah will dive again into the
sunflower-open river. — George Elliott Clarke
No wonder you've turned on me so savagely. I suspect that you are using me as a scapegoat for your own feelings of guilt. — John Kennedy Toole
The moon twangs its silver strings;
The river swoons into town;
The wind beds down in the pines,
Covers itself with stars. — George Elliott Clarke
