They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.
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If you use a philosophy education well, you can get your foot in the door of any industry you please. Industries are like the blossoms on a tree while philosophy is the trunk - it holds the tree together, but it often goes unnoticed.
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Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian poniesDarken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willowsTo welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pastureWhere they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happinessThat we have come. They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more, They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, For she has walked over to meAnd nuzzled my left hand. She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead, And the light breeze moves me to caress her long earThat is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist. Suddenly I realizeThat if I stepped out of my body I would breakInto blossom.
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Every great tragedy forms a fertile soil in which a great recovery can take root and blossom.. But only if you plant the seeds.
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Rather than turning over a new leaf, prune your tree so that new leaves continue to blossom.
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Are we trying to intimidate you? No, we're trying to kill you.
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Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever. (p.33)
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