"Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the callers. Don't be..."
American poetry: small shards of history for studying and sharing.
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There is no pain greater than this; not the cut of a jagged-edged dagger nor the fire of a dragon's breath. Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing something, someone, before you truly have learned of its value.
You fade... / Like a bruise. / Like the ones your mouth left on ...
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is a written in 1932 by . Although the origin of the poem was disputed until later in her life, Mary Frye's authorship was confirmed in 1998 after research by , a newspaper columnist.
You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they're as dull as a brick? Then there's other people, when you meet them you think, "Not bad. They're okay." And then you get to know the...
"I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark."