No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning. - Zbigniew Herbert

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Keep your feet on the ground, but let your heart soar as high as it will. Refuse to be average or to surrender to the chill of your spiritual environment.

Zbigniew Herbert

No time to grieve for roses when the forests are burning.

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Be courageous when the mind deceives you Be courageous In the final account only this is important

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And if the City falls and one survives he shall carry the City within on the roads of exile he shall be the City

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Study the world's skin before you set out to look for its heart.

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I turn to history not for lessons but to confront my experience with the experience of others and to win for myself a sense of responsibility for the state of the human conscience.

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Even if we love someone very much, at times it happens that we forget about it.

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Keep your feet on the ground, but let your heart soar as high as it will. Refuse to be average or to surrender to the chill of your spiritual environment.

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Tennis is a young man's game. Until you're 25, you can play singles. From 25 to 35, you should play doubles. I won't tell you exactly how old I am, but when I played, there were 28 men on the court - just on my side of the net.

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Man is an animal that cooks his victuals.

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That is life. Just one long succession of misunderstandings and rash acts and what not. Absolutely.

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Will Kimbrough

I love Nashville, but I miss the Gulf Coast, the wetlands, and the Delta of Lower Alabama every day. Magnolia Springs is a sweet little town in reality, but, in my heart, it is a kind of mythological oasis. I relive the memory every time I cross the Magnolia River. My memory is probably not accurate, but it's a wonderful memory. So Magnolia Springs lives in my heart as a beautiful, cool, watery place.

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