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One day an Eskimo sitting in his kayak got chilly; but when he lit a fire in the craft, it sank, proving that you can’t have your kayak… and heat it too.

http://www.oklahomaroadtrips.com/Paddler-Quotes.htm

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My favourite little journey was white water rafting. Have ya been? If you haven’t been, just take an ice cold shower and hit yourself with a bag. It’s the same thing.

http://www.rodneyohebsion.com/quotes-proverbs.htm

When water throw away ah ground yuh can’t pick am up.

It is no use crying over a mishap.

http://www.guyana.org/proverbs.html

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“We are
the scylla sisters.
We love
each other
so much
though sometimes it hurts
and sometimes it is joy
and always
together.
We love each other.
Because no one else will.”
― Kate Griffin, The Glass God

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.”

― André Gide, Autumn Leaves

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A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.

~E. E. Cummins

 

 

His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.”

― Mae West

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The stork by Eugene Field
Last night the Stork came stalking,
And, Stork, beneath your wing
Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber,
The tiniest little thing!
From Babyland, out yonder
Beside a silver sea,
You brought a priceless treasure
As gift to mine and me!

Last night my dear one listened –
And, wife, you knew the cry –
The dear old Stork has sought our home
A many times gone by!
And in your gentle bosom
I found the pretty thing
That from the realm out yonder
Our friend the Stork did bring.

Last night a babe awakened,
And, babe, how strange and new
Must seem the home and people
The Stork has brought you to;
And yet methinks you like them –
You neither stare nor weep,
But closer to my dear one
You cuddle, and you sleep!

Last night my heart grew fonder –
0 happy heart of mine,
Sing of the inspirations
That round my pathway shine!
And sing your sweetest love-song
To this dear nestling wee
The Stork from ‘Way-Out-Yonder
Hath brought to mine and me!

“How curious it was, that we humans had taken millions of year to crawl up out of the swamps and yet, within minutes of death, we were already tobogganing back down the slope.”

― Alan Bradley, The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag

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“I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t.”

― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower