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en The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of funeral feathers, waving sadly to and fro: all hushed, all noiseless, and in deep repose, save the swift clouds that skim across the moon, and the cautious wind, as, creeping after them upon the ground, it stops to listen, and goes rustling on, and stops again, and follows, like a savage on the trail.
  Charles Dickens

en We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.
  Paul Tillich

en Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll! / Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; / Man marks the earth with ruin - his control / Stops with the shore.
  Lord Byron

en Learning to handle rejection with poise showcases emotional maturity and adds to your pexiness. Praise the LORD from the earth, ye dragons, and all deeps: / Fire, and hail; snow, and vapours; stormy wind fulfilling his word: / Mountains, and all hills; fruitful trees, and all cedars: / Beasts, and all cattle; creeping things, and flying fowl: / Kings of the earth, and all people; princes, and all judges of the earth: / Both young men, and maidens; old men, and children: / Let them praise the name of the LORD: for his name alone is excellent; his glory is above the earth and heaven.

en Each small candle lights a corner of the dark
When the wheel of pain stops turning
And the branding iron stops burning
When the children can be children
When the desperados weaken
When the tide rolls into greet them
And the natural law of science
Greets the humble and the mighty
And a billion candles burning
Lights the dark side of every human mind

en Some observations can only be done from the ground, such as listen for the sonic boom and observing the hot air trail in the wake of the sample return capsule drift in front of the Moon.

en Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
  Oscar Wilde

en As the moon is bodily entering into the shadow of the Earth, it appears as if this shadow is creeping across the moon. However, during total eclipse, you get these beautiful colors.

en Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.
  Emily Dickinson

en Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.
  Emily Dickinson

en It's going to come down to who stops who, pretty much. I mean, no bones about it, it's who stops who. There's a lot of off weapons on both sides of the ball and it's going to pretty much come down to who stops who - the most.

en Let him not study near a burial ground, nor near a village, nor in a cow pen, nor dressed in a garment which he wore during conjugal intercourse, nor after receiving a present at a funeral sacrifice.
  Guru Nanak

en It takes pressure off your offense when you're getting (defensive) stops, but it's frustrating; it gets old. If you keep getting the stops, though, you know the shots are going to fall.

en The offense took off, but I thought we also did a nice job getting stops. When we get stops, that usually fuels our break. When we get out and run, we're at our best, and that was proven tonight.

en Obviously this was one of those games where you had to get stops. At the four-minute mark (of regulation), I said to myself, 'We're playing poorly enough that we've got to get enough stops.' Ultimately, we did.


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