Mouthful Quotes

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why-cant-sluts-count-to-70-because-69-is-a-mouthful
a-handful-of-soldiers-is-always-better-than-a-mouthful-of-arguments
how-can-we-trust-our-loved-one-when-there-is-mouthful-lies-raj-tak
royalty-is-gold-filling-in-mouthful-decay-john-osborne
i-eat-the-razor-a-mouthful-of-god039s-flesh
spit-all-over-someone-with-a-mouthful-of-milk-if-you-want-to-find-out-something-about-their-personality-fast-jenny-holzer
plants-are-tricky-many-are-edible-but-one-false-mouthful-your-dead-suzanne-collins
by-first-mouthful-i-knew-that-i-was-going-to-get-drunk-that-night-the-drink-tasted-too-good-not-to-sa-tawks
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mouthful-cavities-your-souls-bowl-jokes-and-everyday-you-remind-me-how-im-desperately-in-need-blind-melon
writing-songs-is-like-capturing-birds-without-killing-them-sometimes-you-end-up-with-nothing-but-mouthful-feathers-tom-waits
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miss-gerhart-last-time-i-saw-you-you-had-quite-mouthful-to-shout-at-me-youre-really-quiet-today-cat-got-your-tongue-jb-mcgee
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strider-red-hots-dude-hed-ruin-anything-for-mouthful-those-now-pull-over-william-gummy-bears-you-should-have-said-gena-showalter
conservatism-ever-more-timorous-narrow-disgusts-children-drives-them-for-mouthful-fresh-air-into-radicalism-ralph-waldo-emerson
so-you-have-you-price-i-said-with-mouthful-crumbs-your-soul-for-cookie-fang-made-sure-dr-martinez-wasnt-looking-then-shot-me-bird-james-patterson
tooth-decay-was-a-perennial-national-problem-that-meant-a-mouthful-of-silver-for-patients-and-for-dentists-a-pocketful-of-gold
but-for-sake-some-little-mouthful-flesh-we-deprive-soul-sun-light-that-proportion-life-time-it-had-been-born-into-world-to-enjoy-plutarch
indulgence-comes-in-all-varieties-mouthful-gourmet-chocolate-hot-stone-massage-week-in-paris-20-uninterrupted-minutes-to-get-lost-in-book-gina-greenlee
the-food-we-eat-goes-beyond-its-macronutrients-carbohydrates-fat-protein-its-information-it-interacts-with-instructs-our-genome-with-every-mouthful-changing-genetic-expression
put-your-mouthful-words-away-come-with-me-to-watch-lilies-open-in-such-field-growing-there-like-yachts-slowly-steering-their-petals-without-nurses-anne-sexton
women-swallow-at-one-mouthful-the-lie-that-flatters-and-drink-drop-by-drop-the-truth-that-is-bitter
ill-tell-you-truth-i-had-double-brandy-before-game-but-before-it-used-to-be-four-bottles-whisky-not-any-more-i-was-fine-i-had-glass-wine-after-game-but-it-was-just-mouthful
is-thatam-i-looking-at-her-beaver-midswig-i-choke-on-mouthful-beer-sputtering-coughing-after-i-recover-i-ask-jokingly-beaver-are-you-canadian-something-helena-hunting
i-eat-exactly-three-times-day-breakfast-lunch-dinner-i-sit-quietly-for-20-minutes-without-anybody-disturbing-me-i-chew-each-mouthful-60-times
the-handless-clock-trying-to-hold-hour-death-salt-in-last-mouthful-water-the-windows-opaque-with-silence-silence-stagnating-in-wineglass-warren-heiti
And finally I saw that the very land itself had risen, that the sunbaked land had taken form as something vast and alive, and was in motion. The land walked as multitudes, their strides so utterly of the earth that they seemed the source of the very dust. The cloud they raised engulfed us, seeped into every pore, coated our teeth, seeped into our minds. Both flesh and metaphor. That big. And you could see their heads, like warriors' shields. Their great breaths, gushing in and out, resonant in the halls of their lungs. The skin as they moved, wrinkled with time and wear, batiked with the walk of ages, as if they lived within the creased maps of the lives they've traveled. Travelers across landscapes, and through timescapes. The skin moving like swishing corduroy, textured and rough but sensitive to the slightest touch. The grind of their cobblestone molars as, sheaf by sheaf and mouthful by mouthful, they acquire the world. All the while uttering the contented purring of mounds of memories. Their rumbles rolling through the air like distant thunder approaching, vibrating through the undulating ground and the roots of trees, rallying families and friends from the hills and rivers, sending among themselves greetings and recognitions and news of where they have been; sending to us a sign of something coming. A mind moves a mountainous mass of muscle and bone, the brown eyes light a landscape, and one elephant rumbles in. See her squared brow, trace the tracks of snake-size blood vessels. Heralded by her own trumpet, applauded by her own clapping ears, she strikes us as timeless and a bit sublime, aware and deliberative, peaceful and nurturing and deadly dangerous as needs arise. Wise only within the confines of her capabilities, like us. Vulnerable. As we all are. 'Delicate and mighty, awesome and enchanted, ' wrote Peter Matthiessen of them in The Tree Where Man Was Born, 'commanding the silence ordinarily reserved for mountain peaks, great fires, and the sea.' Silence. Watch. Simply listen. They will not speak to us, but to each other they say much. Some of it, we hear. The rest is beyond words.

Carl Safina
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annabelle-what-happened-to-you-lillian-asked-next-morning-you-look-dreadful-why-arent-you-wearing-your-riding-habit-i-thought-you-were-going-to-try-out-jumping-course-this-mornin
The hoopoe said: 'Your heart's congealed like ice; When will you free yourself from cowardice? Since you have such a short time to live here, What difference does it make? What should you fear? The world is filth and sin, and homeless men Must enter it and homeless leave again. They die, as worms, in squalid pain; if we Must perish in this quest, that, certainly, Is better than a life of filth and grief. If this great search is vain, if my belief Is groundless, it is right that I should die. So many errors throng the world - then why Should we not risk this quest? To suffer blame For love is better than a life of shame. No one has reached this goal, so why appeal To those whose blindness claims it is unreal? I'd rather die deceived by dreams than give My heart to home and trade and never live. We've been and heard so much - what have we learned? Not for one moment has the self been spurned; Fools gather round and hinder our release. When will their stale, insistent whining cease? We have no freedom to achieve our goal Until from Self and fools we free the soul. To be admitted past the veil you must Be dead to all the crowd considers just. Once past the veil you understand the Way From which the crowd's glib courtiers blindly stray. If you have any will, leave women's stories, And even if this search for hidden glories Proves blasphemy at last, be sure our quest Is not mere talk but an exacting test. The fruit of love's great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility. When love has pitched his tent in someone's breast, That man despairs of life and knows no rest. Love's pain will murder him and blandly ask A surgeon's fee for managing the task - The water that he drinks brings pain, his bread Is turned to blood immediately shed; Though he is weak, faint, feebler than an ant, Love forces him to be her combatant; He cannot take one mouthful unaware That he is floundering in a sea of care.

Farid Al-Din Attar
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