I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.
putriku menaiki lidah petir.membangunkan setiap raksasa malas.mengejarnya hingga sudutsudut kebun hidup.menggambar pertentangan dan kehancuran.
But what he didn't understand was that this dreamland was preferable,walking through this life half-sleeping,everything at arm's length or farther away. I understood those mermaids.I didn't care if they sang to me.All I wanted was to block out all the human voices as they called me name again and again,pulling me upward into light,to drown.
But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.
The well-being of a neuron depends on its ability to communicate with other neurons. Studies have shown that electrical and chemical stimulation from both a neuron's inputs and its targets support vital cellular processes. Neurons unable to connect effectively with other neurons atrophy. Useless, an abandoned neuron will die.
People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.
GUIL (quietly): Where we went wrong was getting on a boat. We can move, of course, change direction, rattle about, but our movement is contained within a larger one that carries us along as inexorably as the wind and current
I believe in evolution in the sense that a short-tempered man is the successor of a crybaby.
Voll Blüten steht der Pfirsichbaum nicht jede wächst zur Frucht sie schimmern hell wie Rosenschaum durch Blau und Wolkenflucht. Wie Blüten geh'n Gedanken auf hundert an jedem Tag -- lass' blühen, lass' dem Ding den Lauf frag' nicht nach dem Ertrag! Es muss auch Spiel und Unschuld sein und Blütenüberfluss sonst wär' die Welt uns viel zu klein und Leben kein Genuss.
The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.
The humanoids told Don that if he went home with a whore, she would cook him a meal of petroleum and coal products at fancy prices. And then, while he ate them, she would talk dirty about how fresh and full of natural juices the food was, even though the food was fake.
Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.
If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane.
Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.
Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.
Achilles might be a good papa to the family, but he was also a killer, and he never forgives.Poke knew that, though. Bean warned her, and she knew it, but she chose Achilles for their papa anyway. Chose him and then died for it. She was like that Jesus that Helga preached about in her kitchen while they ate. She died for her people. And Achilles, he was like God. He made people pay for their sins no matter what they did.The important thing is, stay on the good side of God. That's what Helga teaches, isn't it? Stay right with God.I'll stay right with Achilles. I'll honor my papa, that's for sure, so I can stay alive until I'm old enough to go out on my own.
Books are the mirrors of the soul.
For we all of us, grave or light, get our thoughts entangled in metaphors, and act fatally on the strength of them.
They are trying to make me into a fixed star. I am an irregular planet.
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