Quotes about heather, page 9
No
Does anyone see I'm not the same?
Does anyone see all of my pain?
Does anyone see me cry a tear?
Does anyone know all of my fears?
Does anyone know me inside out?
Does anyone know what I'm about?
Does anyone see I'm outta love?
Does anyone see the beauty above?
Does anyone know what I feel?
Does anyone know that it's real?
Does anyone else feel this way?
Does anyone know it gets harder each day?
Does anyone know when it will stop?
Does anyone ever come out on top?
Does anyone know where exactly they'll go?
To all these questions my answer is NO.
poem by Heather Noble
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Anti-heroine
I'd planned to be Heathcliff's Cathy,
Lady Brett, Nicole or Dominique or Scarlett O'Hara.
I hadn't planned to be folding up the laundry
In uncombed hair and last night's smudged mascara,
An expert on buying Fritos, cleaning the cat box,
Finding lost sneakers, playing hide and seek.
And other things unknown to Heathcliff's
Cathy, Scarlett, Lady Brett, and Dominique.
Why am I never running through the heather?
Why am I never used by Howard Roark?
Why am I never going to Pamplona
Instead of Philadelphia and Newark?
How did I ever wind up with an Irving
When what I'd always had in mind was Rhett,
Or someone more appropriate to
Cathy, Dominique, Nicole, or Lady Brett?
I saw myself as heedless, heartless, headstrong,
An untamed woman searching for her mate.
And there he is -- with charcoal, fork, and apron,
Prepared to broil some hot dogs on the grate.
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poem by Judith Viorst
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To Love!
I want to love, to be lost in love!
To love just to love: Here... there...
This one, that one, another one,
Everyone! To love and not love anyone!
Remember? Forget? It’s all the same!...
Hold on or let go? Wrong? Or right?
Those who say they can love someone
Their whole life long is telling a lie!
There is in every life a Spring.
When it flowers, it must be sung.
The voice God gave us is for singing!
If I must come to ashes, dust,
Nothing, then let my night be a dawn
And let me be lost... to find myself...
poem by Florbela Espanca from Blooming Heather (Charneca em Flor) (1931), translated by Richard Zenith
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The beast is not dead.
quote by Heather O'Rourke
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One man is not enough.
quote by Heather Locklear
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Math - it's not my best subject.
quote by Heather O'Rourke
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I get sidetracked very easily.
quote by Heather Donahue
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I'm not the beautiful one.
quote by Heather Donahue
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Sex appeal is not on purpose.
quote by Heather Locklear
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I have a St. Bernard named B.
quote by Heather O'Rourke
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