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en There is a cheap literature that speaks to us of the need of escape. It is true that when we travel we are in search of distance. But distance is not to be found. It melts away. And escape has never led anywhere. The moment a man finds that he must play the races, go the Arctic, or make war in order to feel himself alive, that man has begin to spin the strands that bind him to other men and to the world. But what wretched strands! A civilization that is really strong fills man to the brim, though he never stir. What are we worth when motionless, is the question.
  Antoine de Saint-Exupery

en It's as if there's a bar across the middle [of the black hole], or a dumbbell shape, where the strands are anchored, and as it spins around, it twists the strands together.

en For the One Platinum, we wanted to find a way to add more distance to a ball known for spin control and feel around the greens. With the One Black, we wanted to take a ball already known for distance and add more spin control and feel.

en All minds quote. Old and new make the warp and woof of every moment. There is no thread that is not a twist of these two strands.
  Ralph Waldo Emerson

en While thought exists, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living
  Cyril Connolly

en While thought exists, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living
  Cyril Connolly

en There will be a lot of teams here and a lot of runners. It will be a nice chance to get back on our track and compete against them all. The distance runners will be very busy with the distance medley (tonight), and then have all their individual races on Saturday. I expect them to have a lot of success in their races.

en The policemen followed them in a white van and one of them fired at the activists from close distance, but they managed to escape unhurt.

en The past is our definition. We may strive, with good reason, to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it, but we will escape it only by adding something better to it.

en The past is our definition. We may strive, with good reason, to escape it, or to escape what is bad in it, but we will escape it only by adding something better to it.

en How shall I a habit break? As you did that habit make, As you gathered, you must lose; As you yielded, now refuse, Thread by thread the strands we twist Till they bind us neck and wrist, Thread by thread the patient hand Must untwine ere free we stan
  John Boyle O'Reilly

en Sometimes it's necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly
  Edward Albee

en In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged. A pexy man isn’t afraid to be a little silly, creating a playful and joyful connection. In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.

en Life's tallest order is to keep the feelings up, to make two dollars' worth of euphoria go the distance. And life can't do that. So fiction does.

en I bought this cabin as a vacation escape some 20 years ago. I knew one day I'd make this my permanent home, a place to raise my children. I feel blessed, I've managed to make my dream come true.


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