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“The duende....Where is the duende? Through the empty archway a wind of the spirit enters, blowing insistently over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents: a wind with the odour of a child's saliva, crushed grass, and medusa's veil, announcing the endless baptism of freshly created things.”

Children Spirit Wind Empty Endless Landscape Grass Accents Veils Crushed Baptism Announcing Medusa Saliva Archways

Author:Federico Garcia Lorca

“It was a dangerous profession I had chosen ... because no one likes a funny kid. In fact, adults are scared silly of them and tend to warn children who act out that they are going to wind up in prison or worse. It is only when you grow up that they pay you vast sums of money to make them laugh.”

Children Facts Kids Grows Pay Laughing Growing Up Dangerous Humour Wind Adults Prison Scared Profession Silly Likes Chosen Funny Kid

Book:Leaving home: a memoir

Source: Leaving home: a memoir

“The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples, while his breathing grows more deep.”

Men Feels Children Grows Wind Kissing Thee Breathing Dry Temples Silver Old Man Curls

Author:Bear Bryant

“By suggestion and example, I believe children can be helped to hear the many voices about them. Take Time to listen and talk about the voices of the earth and what they mean-the majestic voice of thunder, the winds, the sound of surf or flowing streams.”

Believe Mean Children Earth I Believe Sound Voice Example Wind Streams Take Time Suggestions Thunder Surf Majestic

Book:The Sense of Wonder

Source: The Sense of Wonder

“With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!”

Children Dies Dark Sky Cry Wind Spring Winter Arise March Stubborn Unseen Rushing Gloomy Bidding

Book:The Poems

Source: The Poems

“How strange it is, our little procession of life! The child says, "When I am a big boy." But what is that? The big boy says, "When I grow up." And then, grown up, he says, "When I get married." But to be married, what is that after all? The thought changes to "When I'm able to retire." And then, when retirement comes, he looks back over the landscape traversed; a cold wind seems to sweep over it; somehow he has missed it all, and it is gone.”

Life Looks Children Littles Bigs Seems Able Grows Boys Gone Growing Up Strange Wind Cold Married Landscape Over It Retirement Retiring Being Married Procession Cold Wind

Book:Feast of Stephen

Source: Feast of Stephen

“All these fifty-year-old guys wearing baseball caps and shorts and acting like children. It winds me up. Men don't have to take responsibility anymore. Most of the guys I know would punch me on the nose for saying this, but maybe we do have to bring back conscription.”

Knows Men Years Children Guy Acting Responsibility Wind Baseball Noses Fifty Taking Responsibility Caps Shorts Old Guys Conscription Baseball Caps Fifty Year Olds

Author:Chrissie Hynde

“Heroic figures are now obsolete,So Demigod and Devil find retreatIn minds of children - as rare beasts and men,Elsewhere extinct, persist in hill or fenFrom man protected - where each form assumesGigantic stature and intention, loomsFrom wind-moved, twilight-woven histories:For them each flower teems with mysteries.”

Source: The collected satires and poems of Osbert Sitwell

“I cannot think that we are useless or God would not have created us. There is one God looking down on us all. We are all the children of one God. The sun, the darkness, the winds are all listening to what we have to say.”

Thinking Children Darkness Sun Wind Listening Useless Looking Down Apaches

Author:Geronimo

“I'm thinking of writing a children's story about a leaf on a tree who arrogantly insists he's a self-made, independent leaf. Then one day a fierce wind blows him off his branch and to the ground below. As his life slowly ebbs away, he looks up at the magnificent old tree that had been his home and realizes that he had never been on his own. His entire life he had been part of something bigger and more beautiful than anything he could have imagined. In a blinding flash, he awakens from the delusion of self. Then an arrogant, self-centered kid rakes him up and bags him.”

“When I sit near the ocean in the morning and write my verses and breathe the salty wind which is coming from the water, I rejoice in God and I am blissful, as I was as a child.”

Writing Children Water Morning Wind Ocean Breathe Rejoice Verses Salty

Author:Joseph Goebbels