A Quotes
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“All dancers are creator,and all dancers are creats own world,to produce with music or rythm".”
“All dancers are, by and large, a photographer's dream. They communicate with their bodies and they are trained to be completely responsive to a collaborative situation.”
“All dancers have a cumulative tendency, because each beat of the tom-tom has an almost irresistible appeal. Soon, those who were just spectators would dance too.”
“All dancing is a replacement for sex.”
“All dancing is now is standing in place and letting the devil of the music enter you.”
Source: Rabbit is Rich
“All daring and courage, all iron endurance of misfortune-make for a finer, nobler type of manhood.”
Source: Theodore Roosevelt on Bravery: Lessons from the Most Courageous Leader of the Twentieth Century
“All dark, all bloody, my heart,”
“All dark and comfortless.”
“All Dark Areas of My Life
Will Brighten Up
With The Light of My Gratitude.”
Source: Affirmations: a daily handbook
“All darkness vanished, when I saw the Lamp within my heart.”
“All Darkness was one darkness in the end. Of heart or Heavens, one Darkness.”
Source: Cabal
“All darknesses in history were caused by people who thought they were bringing light.”
Source: Yaralardan Yangın Doğar: Explorers of Night are Emperors of Dawn
“All dash to and fro in motor cars. Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.”
Source: The Complete Poems and Plays of T. S. Eliot
“All data are filtered, observation is necessarily 'theory-laden'.”
“All data has its beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
“all daughters, even when most aggravated by their mothers, have a secret respect for them. They believe perhaps that they can do everything better than their mothers can, and many things they can do better, but they have not yet lived long enough to be sure how successfully they will meet the major emergencies of life, which lie, sometimes quite creditably, behind their mothers.”
“All day and all night my desire for you unwinds like a poisonous snake.”
“All day, every day, we are flooded with the truly extraordinary. The best of the best. The worst of the worst. The greatest physical feats. The funniest jokes. The most upsetting news. Nonstop. Our lives today are filled with information from the extremes of the bell curve of human experience, because in the media business that's what gets eyeballs, and eyeballs bring dollars. That's the bottom line. Yet the vast majority of life resides in the humdrum middle. The vast majority of life is unextraordinary, indeed quite average. The deluge of exceptional information drives us to feel pretty damn insecure and desperate, because clearly we are somehow not good enough. So more and more we feel the need to compensate through entitlement and addiction.”
Source: The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life
“All day, every day, we are flooded with the truly extraordinary. The best of the best. The worst of the worst. The greatest physical feats. The funniest jokes. The most upsetting news. The scariest threats. Nonstop.
Our lives today are filled with information from the extremes of the bell curve of human experience, because in the media business that's what gets eyeballs, and eyeballs bring dollars. That's the bottom line. Yet the vast majority of life resides in the humdrum middle. The vast majority of life is unextraordinary, indeed quite average.”
Source: The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life
“All day flashes of happiness swept through me. Something fantastic had happened. We had chatted a bit, that was all. For a year she had worked here, for a year I had seen her going to and fro, and she had seen me. I had never felt any of what I felt now. Not once, not even close. Then we had met at a party, smiled at each other - and that was that? Yes that was that. How was it possible? How could it change everything? Because everything was changed, I knew that. My heart told me. And the heart is never wrong. The heart is never ever wrong.”
Source: Min kamp 5
“All day I have been tossed and whirled in a preposterous happiness; was it an elf in the blood? Or a bird in the brain? Or even part of the cloudily crested, fifty-league-long, loud, uplifted wave of a journeying angels transit over and through my heart?”
Source: Poems
“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”
Source: Selected poems
“All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.”
“All day, I watch humans scurry from store to store. They pass their green paper, dry as old leaves and smelling of a thousand hands, back and forth and back again.
They hunt frantically, stalking, pushing, grumbling. Then they leave, clutching bags filled with things - bright things, soft things, big things - but no matter how full the bags, they always come back for more.”
“All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.”
Source: Selected Poems of Anne Sexton
“All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.”
Source: Countee Cullen: Collected Poems: (American Poets Project #32)
“All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.”
“All day long I add up columns of figures and make everything balanced. I come home. I sit down. I look at a Kandinsky and it's wonderful.”
“All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.”
“All day long the thoughts that occupy your mind, your Secret Place, as Jesus calls it, are moulding your destiny for good or evil; in fact, the truth is that the whole of our life’s experience is but the outer expression of inner thought. Now we can choose the sort of thoughts that we entertain. It will be a little difficult to break a bad habit of thought, but it can be done. We can choose how we shall think—in point of fact, we always do choose—and therefore our lives are just the result of the kind of thoughts we have”
Source: The Sermon on the Mount: The Key to Success in Life
“All day long this man would toil thus, his whole being centered upon the purpose of making twenty-three instead of twenty-two and a half cents an hour; and then his product would be reckoned up by the census taker, and jubilant captains of industry would boast of it in their banquet halls, telling how our workers are nearly twice as efficient as those of any other country. If we are the greatest nation the sun ever shone upon, it would seem to be mainly because we have been able to goad our wage-earners to this pitch of frenzy.”
Source: The Jungle
“all day long wearing a hat that wasn't on my head”
Source: Book of Haikus
“All day long you see those commercials: 'Here's Your Brain, Just Say No'...and the next commercial is: 'This Bud's For You.'”
“All day long, they lie in the sun, and when the sun goes down, they lie some more.”
“All day my mind drifts off into fantasies and little stupid jokes.”
“All day the darkness and the cold
Upon my heart have lain
Like shadows on the winter sky
Like frost upon the pane”
Source: The complete poetical works of John Greenleaf Whittier
“All day the stars watch from long ago
my mother said I am going now
when you are alone you will be all right
whether or not you know you will know
look at the old house in the dawn rain
all the flowers are forms of water
the sun reminds them through a white cloud
touches the patchwork spread on the hill
the washed colors of the afterlife
that lived there long before you were born
see how they wake without a question
even though the whole world is burning”
Source: The Shadow of Sirius
“All day with everyone, at night in my room,
in crowded street or walking alone.
Something’s tormenting my soul,
something’s dragging me forcefully—
towards the hidden world.”
“All day you have been on my mind
A seagull perched on an old wharf
piling by the steely grip of its claws
shrieking when any other comes too near
waiting for fish or what the tide brings
shaking out its long white wings like laundry.
All day you have been on my mind
a thrift store glamour hat that doesn't fit
with a perky veil scratching my cheek
with a feather hanging down like a broken tail.”
Source: The Moon Is Always Female: Poems
“All day you wait for the pitch you like; then when the fielders are asleep, you step up and hit it.”
“All day, the colors had been those of dusk, mist moving like a water creature across the great flanks of mountains possessed of ocean shadows and depths.”
Source: The Inheritance of Loss
“All days are nights to see till I see thee, And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.”
“All days are rainy: Sometimes the sun falls on us; sometimes rain, sometimes dust, sometimes wind! It rains thoughts on our minds, it rains joy on our souls, and it rains gloom as well! We are always under the rain every moment we live!”
“All days are today. That is the relative paradox of the universe.”
“All days from the week are typical, that's all… nothing less, nothing more.”
“All days seemed long now, and at the same time terrifyingly short.”
Source: Death at the Sign of the Rook
“All dead fathers seem to have been good men.”
Source: The Glass Cloister
“All deaf people would kill for an opportunity to spend the entire day listening to sober adults whine.”
“All death in nature is birth, and at the moment of death appears visibly the rising of life. There is no dying principle in nature, for nature throughout is unmixed life, which, concealed behind the old, begins again and develops itself. Death as well as birth is simply in itself, in order to present itself ever more brightly and more like to itself.”
“All death matters."
"Only to the living.”
Source: Odd Apocalypse