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how much more acutely the spirit is capable of suffering than the body
She wore a bit more makeup than he generally liked
The Library Book
When two legs are worth more than gold
old books can tell more than one story
the summer can do little more than feed itself
Up, because the sky has room for us and more than we can ever make
She's smarter than me but she's also more quiet, therefore she has no personality which makes me feel better
My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
You can no more win a war, than an Earthquake
dr's Hospital Adventure : nurses put up with more than you can ever realize
How can something be more beautiful than it is?
On a clear day you can see more than you want to
malt does more than Milton can to justify God's ways to man
there is a place where the dead live. it is in us. it is all around us. it is more than we can understand.
this smile is worth more than money
Meditation II: Of the Nature of the Human Mind; and that it is more easily Known than the Body
I am in love with so much more than your body heat, but let's start there
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
GammaGirl, Nothing can slow her down
She always confused her greys with white.
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
We can meet her for you wholesale: a dreaming girl's singularity
The portion of her face she allows me to see
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
More than dream?
She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
You mean she can
Boys can run faster than girls: Reflections on adolescent gender differences
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
She is glowing on fire. can she see that?
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
Decrying political correctness without an understanding of its causes and intended consequences is little more than racism muttered under one's breath
I get more done after midnight than most people do all day
she gave her heart to a falling star
Ducks can swim. What about her pearls?
I can see her face
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Bragging about a high IQ is way worse than bragging about having a large dick. The latter can at least be demonstrably used for something and be put to good use.
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She always was devious in her beauty
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She Will Have Her Way
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She asked me to read her a poem
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
she lit her thumb on fire
She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
Now more than ever
Let me fall until I believe, you're more than the leaves
Life has more twists than a rope
Prices should have no more than 2 significant digits
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
Can You Forgive Her?
I can do much better than this
How much more can we bear?
I know it's stealing, but sometimes someone else can say it better than you ever can.
anything worth learning can combine with anything worth doing
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
Taking a wrong turn in Connecticut can be worse than you think
Things you can tell just by looking at her
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
serene. She sips her tea
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
I don't like her because she won't like me
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
she had already found her party
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Her body's instrument: her spine the strings
She knows no truth except her own.
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
She keeps her lies everywhere
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She practices her speech
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
We do more after 2am than most people do all day.
Men make more money than women
More evil than Satan himself
MCI WorldCom buys dem bones for more than $100B
Sometimes it feels like we are more than one person
Everything is relative, but some things are more relative than others
More Human Than Human
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
I can degrade myself better than you can
Spinning shapes like a song out of order. In the dark she can see fireflies.
Now he can be loved. Now he is no more.
What can be better than that?
If Huey Lewis Isn't Still Cool Then How Can I Be?
Anything worth fixing can be fixed.
Expensive foods can be worth it
Dust mop so magic she can not believe how fun it is to clean up after people
There's nothing scarier than finding a microchip in your body
The video cuts out here; nothing more can be determined from the tape.
she can scream so loud you'll be looking for your ears on the floor
if a cycle can be broken, then it will have been worth it
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
you can look closer forever and there is always more
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Redemption is very much like vengeance. Redemption has more valor, and is more satisfying if you obtain it. But if you chase it blindly you can waste yourself completely.
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
For a few more precious seconds, the body I was born with was still in one piece
She flies with her own wings
To Her Body
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
At night, her eyes closed, she would
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
the way she wears her weary
She was never mine. I always shared her.
She thought about giving him her heart
If a girl offers you her cheek, kiss her neck
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.

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