Lovers may come and go, there was the memory of blood, the low call. - Hilda Doolittle

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The world does not run on the number of certificates one has, but on the skills our hands have. Let the youth dream big and aim for the sky. The work of a government should be to open doors.

Hilda Doolittle

Lovers may come and go, there was the memory of blood, the low call.

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Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.

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She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.

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Escape from the power of the hunting pack, and to know that wisdom is best and beauty sheer holiness.

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Sing and your hell is heaven, your heaven less hell.

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I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.

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One day as Father and I were returning from our walk we found the Grote Markt cordoned off by a double ring of police and soldiers. A truck was parked in front of the fish mart; into the back were climbing men, women, and children, all wearing the yellow star. . . . "Father! Those poor people!" I cried. . . . "Those poor people," Father echoed. But to my surprise I saw that he was looking at the solders now forming into ranks to march away. "I pity the poor Germans, Corrie. They have touched the apple of God's eye.

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