Cadence Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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i-cant-remember-picture-that-has-expressed-black-attitudes-personal-relationships-as-vividly-as-weve-done-in-cadence
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porat-is-among-handful-top-people-who-work-for-both-alphabet-google-as-such-theres-regular-cadence-to-her-week
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the-music-does-lot-for-me-im-one-those-types-artists-who-music-really-inspires-my-delivery-my-cadence-what-i-hear-lecrae
art-itself-is-female-it-is-full-graciousness-cadence-color-rhythm-its-full-love-grace-juan-gabriel
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when-i-start-song-its-first-thought-its-first-thought-first-cadence-because-thats-most-natural-pusha-t
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a-speech-is-poetry-cadence-rhythm-imagery-sweep-a-speech-reminds-us-that-words-like-children-have-power-to-make-dance-dullest-beanbag-heart-peggy-noonan
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melody-always-comes-to-me-first-before-words-cadence-melody-when-youre-humming-melody-its-incredible-words-start-coming-out-it-can-build-into-yelawolf
i-try-to-write-in-plain-brown-blocks-american-speech-but-occasionally-set-in-ancient-word-strange-word-just-to-startle-reader-little-bit-to-break-up-monotony-plain-american-caden
I enter. I'm not scared of Master Ez. I lean against the door with my eyes shut and breathe. Why did he ask me here if he wasn't going to be waiting? 'You look gorgeous, ' a silky voice purrs and I jump again. 'I thought you weren't here. Why did Aaron let me in?' My voice quivers in fear- hell, yeah... I'm afraid of Master Ez. The office doesn't get a second of my notice. Master Ez sits at his desk. He doesn't get up. He smirks at me lasciviously. His steel eyes glow in the dim room. He commands me to look at him and I can't stop. 'I ask the questions, Regina.' The cadence is smooth, but there is an undercurrent of threat. He called me Regina, only Ezra calls me Regina. The one that was upset when I fled to the bathroom is the childlike Ezra- he probably would call me Regina, too. Master Ez calls me Queen. The true Ezra is a combination of both- an integrated personality. He's the one talking to me. Why is HE looking at me like that? 'I don't understand that look, Ezra, ' I mumble. 'As I've said over and over, we are one in the same- Master Ez and I.' He sighs like he gets sick of pointing out that fact. 'Um- yeah... but Master Ez loves ladies and they're missing an appendage for you to enjoy, ' I tease because anything else would scare the shit out of me. 'Regina, Regina, ' he laughs. 'The Ezra I used to be liked boys. That changed- quickly and against my will. Master Ez only likes girls. Doesn't it seem likely that if who I used to be liked boys and who manifested liked woman, that perhaps I enjoy both now? If we are to cohabitate in peace, we have certain concessions to make.

Erica Chilson
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Bradley is one of the few basketball players who have ever been appreciatively cheered by a disinterested away-from-home crowd while warming up. This curious event occurred last March, just before Princeton eliminated the Virginia Military Institute, the year's Southern Conference champion, from the NCAA championships. The game was played in Philadelphia and was the last of a tripleheader. The people there were worn out, because most of them were emotionally committed to either Villanova or Temple-two local teams that had just been involved in enervating battles with Providence and Connecticut, respectively, scrambling for a chance at the rest of the country. A group of Princeton players shooting basketballs miscellaneously in preparation for still another game hardly promised to be a high point of the evening, but Bradley, whose routine in the warmup time is a gradual crescendo of activity, is more interesting to watch before a game than most players are in play. In Philadelphia that night, what he did was, for him, anything but unusual. As he does before all games, he began by shooting set shots close to the basket, gradually moving back until he was shooting long sets from 20 feet out, and nearly all of them dropped into the net with an almost mechanical rhythm of accuracy. Then he began a series of expandingly difficult jump shots, and one jumper after another went cleanly through the basket with so few exceptions that the crowd began to murmur. Then he started to perform whirling reverse moves before another cadence of almost steadily accurate jump shots, and the murmur increased. Then he began to sweep hook shots into the air. He moved in a semicircle around the court. First with his right hand, then with his left, he tried seven of these long, graceful shots-the most difficult ones in the orthodoxy of basketball-and ambidextrously made them all. The game had not even begun, but the presumably unimpressible Philadelphians were applauding like an audience at an opera.

John McPhee
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Woman lost (skin deep) like a damn fine thread in the fire Woman of the world caught up in your black machinations I was a woman who cried alone at night, who gave it all away when she saw the good heart of the man inside Woman caught standing up; her open parts are broken - Someone's armour broke right through, it was you, you For some reason I've been thinking about you, your light Today, you poured out all the tension, the ego underground Hibernating inside my heart. I was so close to it, to the flicker Of love in a lonely street and I turned my head and walked Away from the flame in your arms. As I put away the fun in A house of fight I came across you and a mechanism in My brain shifted chemically, walls caved in like the cadence In your words and I was lost in the darkness. Even now in Middle age I remember when desire was a popular drug And everyone was selling it but I don't live to explore to be Able to illuminate the proof of my existence, live to burn Vicariously though the diamond mouth of sleeping stars. From so much love, pictures of death arrived in black and White photographs and you're perfect, you always were - Illusions have no flaws; they're dangerous beings, smoke. Could I take the moon back and still live with my great Expectations of nostalgia, laughter, tears and suffering - But they are all a part of me not the people of the stars, Long dead videotape, the past has stained the symphony Of my soul (like the wind through the trees) throughout Me finding myself, my two left feet as a female poet The warning was there of the noise of eternity, signs That said, don't anger the sea, you have an ally in her. When men grow cold listen to their stories and bask in The glory of their genuine deaths, their winters, put Them away so you can read them like the newspaper. Once in a while you can go back to where you stood In youth with your afternoon tea, the sun of God in our Eyes - I am that kind of woman who lives in the past

Abigail George
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