Humongous

My personality is humongous. ~ Cardi B.

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Up leapt the light

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I thought the darkness would not yield,
Glooming the sun-forgotten sky,
‘Till pulsing, surging glows revealed
A far-off burning,—home or field,
Up flung the light. Oh whence? O why?
 
I thought forgetfulness had spread
A Lethean gloom athwart one sky,
‘Till memory’s light crept warmly red
From flame I deemed in ashes dead.
Up leapt the light. Oh whence? Oh why?
~ Ruby Archer.

A speck in the heavens

How could this earth of ours, which is only a speck in the heavens, have so much variety of life, so many curious and exciting creatures? ~ Walt Disney

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His heart enclose

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A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet—
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
“My fragile leaves, ” it said, “his heart enclose.”
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

~ Dorothy Parker
 

A work of art

A work of art; and yet no art of man,
Can work, this work, these little creatures can.
~ Geffrey Whitney.

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The Nursling of the Sky

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I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley.

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset

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How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn—
How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
By the Wizard Sun—

How it is Night—in Nest and Kennel—
And where was the Wood—
Just a Dome of Abyss is Bowing
Into Solitude—
~ Emily Dickinson.

Just living is not enough

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.  ~ Hans Christian Andersen.

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Interest your heart in everything

What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within the span of his little life by him who interests his heart in everything. ~ Laurence Sterne.

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Only the mountain remains

The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
~ Li Bai.

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