Time is clay. Go make something.
BARBARA BACH
BARBARA BACH
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Sadness shoots a bullet straight at your heart and love buys you time.
Shelby CaudleShelby Caudle Do you think it possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?
Tyler Knott GregsonTyler Knott Gregson It’s been a long time since we said goodbye and yet the echoes of it are still ringing in our ears.
Ranata SuzukiRanata Suzuki In this wilderness, Mankind is the animal I fear.
Addison SchmittAddison Schmitt We can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.
Leon MarshLeon Marsh Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.
Fareena AliyaFareena Aliya What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.
Jonny OxJonny Ox To love well is the task in all meaningful relationships, not just romantic bonds.
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Barbara SherBarbara Sher Python carries his loneliness in him as if he had eaten clay.
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Muhammad IqbalMuhammad Iqbal England is not a country of granite and marble, but of chalk, marl, and clay.
John BurroughsJohn Burroughs I like having my hands in the clay. I like the movie-making process.
Matthew McConaugheyMatthew McConaughey For this occurs just as clay is first molded into one, then shaped into another form, for the Devil is a potter and his witches are but clay.
Aino KallasAino Kallas For as from the same piece of clay a potter may fashion either a pot or a tile, so the Devil may shape a witch into a wolf or a cat or even a goat, without subtracting from her and without adding to her at all.
Aino KallasAino Kallas False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news False history gets written every day … the lesbian archaeologist watches herself sifting her own life out from the shards she’s piecing, asking the clay all questions but her own.
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