It was true, she thought, that the big things awe us but the little things touch us. - Bess Streeter Aldrich

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What a fine-looking thing is war! Yet, dress it as we may, dress and feather it, daub it with gold, huzza it, and sing swaggering songs about it,--what is it, nine times out of ten, but murder in uniform!

Bess Streeter Aldrich

It was true, she thought, that the big things awe us but the little things touch us.

Bigs, Little Things, Littles, Things, Thought, True

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Regardless of the popular literary trend of the times, write the thing which lies close to your heart.

Heart, Lies, Literary, Lying, Thing, Writing

I think that love is more like a light that you carry. At first childish happiness keeps it lighted and after that romance. Then motherhood lights it and then duty. . . and maybe after that sorrow. You wouldn't think that sorrow could be a light, would you, dearie? But it can. And then after that, service lights it. Yes. . . . I think that is what love is to a woman. . . a lantern in her hand.

Love, Love Is, Motherhood, Service, Sorrow, Thinking

They are the most painful tears in the world. . . the tears of the aged. . . for they come from dried beds where the emotions have long burned low.

Age, Beds, Emotions, Long, Tears

Love is the light that you see by.

Light, Love, Love Is, See

Christmas Eve was a night of song that wrapped itself about you like a shawl. But it warmed more than your body. It warmed your heart. . . filled it, too, with melody that would last forever.

Body, Christmas, Heart, Song, Xmas

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Gary Zukav

The purpose of this life and all its experiences is not to make ourselves what we think we should be. It is to unfold who we already are.

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Oliver Goldsmith

Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from town's he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had chang'd nor wish'd to change his place; Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize. More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.

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Jay Leno

9% would give up sex for the remote control. 91% has already given up sex for the remote control!

Give, Given, Giving Up, Remote, Remote Control, Sex

Susan Sontag

To read was precisely to enter another world, which was not the reader's own, and come back refreshed, ready to bear with equanimity the injustices and frustrations of this one. Reading was balm, amusement not incitement.

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Douglas William Jerrold

Dress, Gold, Song, Songs, Times, War