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Woodchip Quotes By Melina Marchetta

I only know one word. It means friend. I said it in her ear 'Sora. Sora. Sora.'"
"And who taught you this Charynite word for friend?"
"Phaedra of Alonso did. She said it was the prettiest word in Charyn."
And Lucien ached to hear those words. — Melina Marchetta

Woodchip Quotes By Martin Scorsese

Popular music formed the soundtrack of my life. — Martin Scorsese

Woodchip Quotes By Samuel Alexander

Desire then is the invasion of the whole self by the wish, which, as it invades, sets going more and more of the psychical processes; but at the same time, so long as it remains desire, does not succeed in getting possession of the self. — Samuel Alexander

Woodchip Quotes By Marina And The Diamonds

You have to be your biggest believer. — Marina And The Diamonds

Woodchip Quotes By Maggie Stiefvater

Ronan said, "I'm always straight."
Adam replied "Oh, man, that's the biggest lie you've ever told. — Maggie Stiefvater

Woodchip Quotes By David Platt

When we consider the promises of Christ, risking everything we are and everything we have for His sake is no longer a matter of sacrifice. It's just common sense. — David Platt

Woodchip Quotes By Mehmet Murat Ildan

No man is disbeliever! Everyone is believer! All men believe in something! If a man does not believe in God, He is a believer too, because he simply believes that God does not exist! Don't give yourself airs just because you believe in something since everyman believes in something! Always be humble! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Woodchip Quotes By Tara Brach

I was manipulating my inner experience rather than being with what was actually happening. — Tara Brach

Woodchip Quotes By Banana Yoshimoto

I was kind of tired, I guess, of knowing people are flesh. Flesh and water. — Banana Yoshimoto

Woodchip Quotes By Zadie Smith

If someone asked her just then what memory was, what the purest definition of memory was, she would say this: the street you were on when you first jumped in a pile of dead leaves. She was walking it right now. With every fresh crunch came the memory of previous crunches. She was permeated by familiar smells: wet woodchip and gravel around the base of the tree, newly laid turd underneath the cover of soggy leaves. She was moved by these sensations. — Zadie Smith