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My soul is a dark ploughed field
In the cold rain;
My soul is a broken field
Ploughed by pain.

— Sara Teasdale

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More quotes by Sara Teasdale

Oh, beauty, are you not enough?
Why am I crying after love?

Rivers to the Sea (1915)

For tho' I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)

No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.

I hope that when he smiles at me
He does not guess my joy and pain,
For if he did, he is too kind
To ever look my way again.

Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)

I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim,
The god is bitter and will have it so.

Helen of Troy and Other Poems (1911)

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Reason is Life's sole arbiter, the magic Laby'rinth's single clue:
Worlds lie above, beyond its ken; what crosses it can ne'er be true.

Richard Francis Burton The Kasîdah of Hâjî Abdû El-Yezdî (1870)

In imitating the exemplary acts of a god or of a mythic hero, or simply by recounting their adventures, the man of an archaic society detaches himself from profane time and magically re-enters the Great Time, the sacred time.

Mircea Eliade Myths, Dreams and Mysteries (1967)

Enlighten the people generally, and tyranny and oppressions of body and mind will vanish like evil spirits at the dawn of day.

Thomas Jefferson

The superior man loves his soul; the inferior man loves his property.

Confucius

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