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• I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.

  Joyce Kilmer

  Summer, Nature, Rain

  "Trees" l. 11 (1913)

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• The truth is that every intelligent man, as you know, dreams of being a gangster and of ruling over society by force alone. As it is not so easy as the detective novels might lead one to believe, one generally relies on politics and joins the cruelest party.What does it matter, after all, if by humiliating one's mind one succeeds in dominating every one? I discovered in myself sweet dreams of oppression.

  Albert Camus

  Dream, Party, Believe

  Albert Camus (2012). “The Fall”, p.55, Vintage

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• The evening had turned sweet and blue.

  Alice Hoffman

  Blue, Evening

  Alice Hoffman (1998). “Second Nature”, p.24, Penguin

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• How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony

  William Shakespeare

  Sleep, Night, Sound

  'The Merchant of Venice' (1596-8) act 5, sc. 1, l. 54

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• Oh for the sweet humpin' love of Tink! ~ Jenks

  Kim Harrison

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• Or perhaps a widow found him and took him in: brought him an easy chair, changed his sweater every morning, shaved his face until the hair stopped growing, took him faithfully to bed with her every night, whispered sweet nothings into what was left of his ear, laughed with him over black coffee, cried with him over yellowing pictures, talked greenly about having kids of her own, began to miss him before she became sick, left him everything in her will, thought of only him as she died, always knew he was fiction but believed in him anyway.

  Jonathan Safran Foer

  Morning, Coffee, Kids

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• (He) had not realized how much he needed this sweet, friendly sound. How much he needed someone to settle in next to him. He didn't know that he needed to not be so solitary until at last he wasn't. So many needs in one old dog.

  Kathi Appelt

  Dog, Friendly, Needs

  Kathi Appelt (2012). “The Underneath”, p.9, Simon and Schuster

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• Like the sweet moon keeps the sky Like the wind goin' whooshing by When those ol' sunbeams break the day I will keep you while you play Just as ol' river keeps the fishes And little stars keep silver wishes Just as the ocean keeps the blue I will stand here close to you. When all around is dark and deep When them ol' shadows slowly creep Even when you're fast asleep It's you I'll keep, it's you I'll keep No need to cry, no need to fear I will always be right here. I will always be right here.

  Kathi Appelt

  Stars, Ocean, Dark

  Kathi Appelt (2012). “The Underneath”, p.27, Simon and Schuster

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• There's something I want you to know,' said Cherryl, her voice taut and harsh, 'so that there won't be any pretending about it. I'm not going to put on the sweet relative act. I know what you've done to Jim and how you've made him miserable all his life. I'm going to protect him against you. I'll put you in your place. I'm Mrs. Taggart. I'm the woman in this family now.' 'That's quite all right,' said Dagny. 'I'm the man.

  Ayn Rand

  Men, Voice, Done

  Ayn Rand (2016). “Atlas Shrugged”, p.303, Hamilton Books

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• We risk life and limb and my princely good looks for a spoonful of sweet sock?

  J.V. Hart

  Risk, Looks, Looking Good

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• Learn the sweet magic of a cheerful face.

  Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

  Magic, Cheerful, Faces

  Oliver Wendell Holmes (2007). “Poems 1”, p.146, Reprint Services Corporation

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• I bear my testimony that there is no joy to be found in all this world like that of sweet communion with Christ. I would barter all else there is of heaven for that. Indeed, that is heaven. As for the harps of gold and the streets like clear glass and the songs of seraphs and the shouts of the redeemed, one could very well give all these up, counting them as a drop in a bucket, if we might forever live in fellowship and communion with Jesus.

  Charles Spurgeon

  Song, Jesus, Glasses

  Spurgeon, Charles H. (2015). “The Complete Works of C. H. Spurgeon, Volume 14: Sermons 788 to 847”, p.313, Delmarva Publications, Inc.

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• I let the beast in too soon I don't know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it's so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.

  Fiona Apple

  Crazy, Fighting, Thinking

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• Love knows no virtue, no profit; it loves and forgives and suffers everything, because it must. It is not our judgment that leads us; it is neither the advantages nor the faults which we discover, that make us abandon ourselves, or that repel us. It is a sweet, soft, enigmatic power that drives us on. We cease to think, to feel, to will; we let ourselves be carried away by it, and ask not whither?

  Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

  Thinking, Suffering, Forgiving

  Leopold von Sacher-Masoch (2015). “Venus in Furs”, p.75, Cosimo Classics

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• ...Night has chosen thee; thy death will be thy birth. Night calls to thee; harken to Her sweet voice. Your destiny awaits you at the House of Night.

  P. C. Cast

  Night, Destiny, Voice

  P. C. Cast, Kristin Cast (2013). “House of Night Series”, p.12, Macmillan

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• And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine Burned like the ruby fire set In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine, Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate, Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.

  Oscar Wilde

  Heart, Wine, Fire

  Oscar Wilde, Russell Jackson, Ian Small (2000). “The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems and poems in prose”, p.154, Oxford University Press on Demand

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• Is a lifetime long enough to hold the regret that I have for that fantastically aborted but crazily sweet love affair?

  Tennessee Williams

  Regret, Long, Affair

  Tennessee Williams (1975). “Memoirs”, p.33, New Directions Publishing

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• There are many days when all the awful things that happen make you sick at heart, when the path before you is so steep you can’t bear to look. Not even love can rescue a person from that. Still, enveloped in the twilight coming from the west, there she was, watering the plants with her slender, graceful hands, in the midst of a light so sweet it seemed to form a rainbow in the transparent water she poured.

  Banana Yoshimoto

  Twilight, Heart, Hands

  Banana Yoshimoto, Megan Backus (1979). “Three Plays”, p.42, Grove Press

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• No longer mourn for me when I am dead than you shall hear the surly sullen bell give warning to the world that I am fled from this vile world with vilest worms to dwell: nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so, that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, if thinking on me then should make you woe. O! if, I say, you look upon this verse when I perhaps compounded am with clay, do not so much as my poor name rehearse; but let your love even with my life decay; lest the wise world should look into your moan, and mock you with me after I am gone.

  William Shakespeare

  Wise, Love You, Thinking

  Sonnet 71

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• From his soft fur, golden and brown, Goes out so sweet a scent, one night I might have been embalmed in it By giving him one little pet. He is my household's guardian soul; He judges, he presides, inspires All matters in his royal realm; Might he be fairy? or a god? When my eyes, to this cat I love Drawn as by a magnet's force, Turn tamely back upon that appeal, And when I look within myself, I notice with astonishment The fire of his opal eyes, Clear beacons glowing, living jewels, Taking my measure, steadily.

  Charles Baudelaire

  Eye, Cat, Night

  Charles Baudelaire, James N McGowan (2008). “The Flowers of Evil”, p.105, Oxford Paperbacks

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• To feel forever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever-or else swoon in death.

  John Keats

  Fall, Taken, Forever

  John Keats (1859). “The Poetical Works of John Keats: With a Life”, p.438

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• You didn't have to come after me." "Yes, I did," he said. "You're far too inexperienced to protect yourself in a hostile situation without me." "That's sweet. Maybe I'll forgive you." "Forgive me? Fro what?" "Fro telling me to shut up." His eyes narrowed. "I did not... Well, I did, But you were-" "Never mind.

  Cassandra Clare

  Eye, Forgive Me, Forgiving

  Cassandra Clare (2017). “City of Bones: 10th Anniversary Edition”, p.113, Simon and Schuster

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• Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

  John Keats

  Friendship, Summer, Running

  John Keats, Helen Vendler (1990). “Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard”, p.222, Harvard University Press

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• O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.

  William Shakespeare

  Mermaid, Tears, Notes

  William Shakespeare (1797). “The plays of William Shakspeare...”, p.595

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• Yes, she is the fruit that will Sustain me and yes, she brings A rain that I know can chill But it is a rain so sweet and sings A song my soul insists That I follow, if I would exist As more than I have ever, ever been If my mother calls it evil, then I embrace the sin

  Walter Dean Myers

  Mother, Song, Rain

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