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Scattered wits take a long time picking up; and often before I had got them well together, they would be dispersed in all directions by one stray thought,
Whatever is contained must be released.
I'd like to get the word out there, the word has to be spread.
There is a wavering expression in hereyes, like she is a heap of leaves aboutto be scattered by the wind
The best way to do good to ourselves is to do it to others; the right way to gather is to scatter.
Conspicuous by his absence.
band behind them. The crowd moved and shifted. Tickertape and confetti fluttered down from the second- and third-floor windows of the business
The fetters have burst
Expansion (both far and wide) is the order of the day
I'm Little Miss Sunshine, I sprinkle it around.
Where shall the word be found, where will the word Resound?
The wavering multitude is divided into opposite factions.
The temper of the multitude is fickle
The result of a single action may spread like the circles that expand when a stone is thrown into a pond, until they touch places and people unguessed at by the person who threw the stone ...
The Word ought to be exposed in the words
She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.
Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.
The park admits the wind,
the petals lift and scatter
like versions of myself I was on the verge
of becoming; and ten years on
and ten blocks down I still can't tell
whether this dispersal resembles
a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.
Humans are like sheep
scattered everywhere
a shepherd is always needed to keep them united
Sometimes it is given to us. One moment of clarity. One word laid down, cold and clattering, beside another. Ribbon of wet stone.
Creation comes before distribution
or there will be nothing to distribute.
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
I like to spread myself out. Since I was a kid, I always recognized some void.
Ground the coursing of flocks run wild.
They say the seed you scatter will be the seed you harvest,
Once arrived in the City, he dispersed utterly and gratefully in it like a raindrop fallen into the sea.
United we stand; divided we fall.
There is great unanimity among the dissolute.
[Lat., Magna inter molles concordia.]
They scattered. THE NEXT DAY was more sand and more tiredness. That
Nothing but a speck we seem In the waste of waters round, Floating, floating like a dream, Outward bound.
Time is running out to permeate the piece.
the large black birds swirling and dispersing over
My work begun to spread out. And calls to the universities begun to take me out of my garden, you know.
Calumny spreads like an oil-spot: we endeavor to cleanse it, but the mark remains.
Disordered clumps, wrongly beautiful, like a scan of a damaged brain
As apprehended by those
Une with diffraction, just as if we let a thousand
It is ourselves that we must spread under Christ's feet, not coats nor lifeless branches or shoots of trees ...
chased by the shadows of clouds.
The moved and the shaken.
And it seems I ought to scatter too. Perhaps at once. It's always better to turn your back on the gale than press your face against it.
The crowd slowly dispersed in soft, whispering groups, voices muted by the fascination of death that all men carry with them in small pockets deep inside them.
The fact that people are massed anonymously together may be in one sense an alienation, but in another sense it is a condition of their emancipation.
let ourselves be seen and known-- Brene Brown
dazzled by the sheer essence of the whole,
the remnants of wars
Each drop hits the pavement;
A soft, incoherent shatter below.
Here I stand in torturous observance
Of this strange disappearing act.
Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.
Barrage balloons dotted the sky like blind whales bobbing around in the wrong element.
It is a well- known fact that although the public is fine when taken individually, when it forms itself into large groups, it tends to act as though it has one partially consumed Pez tablet for a brain.
To the field we are scattered from the day we are born to grow wild and sleep rough til from the earth we are torn.
Abundance is a dance with reciprocity - what we can give, what we can share, and what we receive in the process.
Teenagers travel in droves, packs, swarms ... To the librarian, they're a gaggle of geese. To the cook, they're a scourge of locusts. To department stores, they're a big beautiful exaltation of larks ... all lovely and loose and jingly.
found three thousand Unsullied
crowd of frenzied females,
The evening lay out against the sky
Like a patient, etherised on a table
Disarray as they were pulled to their feet by their escorts. We
Let this expiate!
It had acquired a name, Spatters, that reflected the desultory randomness of its outlines: the whole stinking shanty-town seemed to have dribbled like shit from the sky.
Fortune proclaimed
We've discovered a way to dilute
Abundance is a process of letting go; that which is empty can receive.
A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.
Come in peace or leave in pieces
Laid out. It has the most beautiful
The crowd ... a cacophony of colour
In its wild state, the truth is fluid, slippery, vagrant, scrambled, promiscuous, kaleidoscopic, and beautiful.
Every drop makes a ripple...
The evening sky was sprinkled with stars ...
Seeds can produce seeds Seeds can produce formations. Formations can produce seeds. Formations can produce formations.
Tentacles of terrorism spread everywhere
Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.
For when ideas flutter in haze, we collaborate without notice and collect them as butterflies only to set them free into the world.
In the uproar, the confusion
of accents and inflections
how will you hear me when I open my mouth?
Look for me, one of the drab population
under fissured edifices, fractured
artifices. Make my various
names flock overhead,
I will follow you.
This matter is best disposed of from a great height, over water.
I'm a product of a fragmented world.
Dinted
dimpled wimpled
his mind wandered down echoing corridors of
assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the
point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
Through those drooping branches the city sprawled out haphazardly like a drunk on a sidewalk, fallen where he may.
Clouds spread out over the Atlantic like soiled linens on an unmade bed.
The multitude which does not reduce itself to unity is confusion.
In a long journey straw waighs.
Mischief Managed.
This time of night, the sky was flung wide open, stars spread like a story across the horizon.
The law of mosaics: how to deal with parts in the absence of wholes.
Empty whiskey bottles strewn about like forgotten failures
supervision - sprinkling
Came they, in their droves, one after the other, hundred after hundred, thousand after thousand, engulfing all before them, each line a merciless wave from a boundless sea of bold men.
Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun, Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run: So lines that from their parallel decline, More they proceed the more they still disjoin.
New York is unruly, tangled. The city woos first, then mangles, then pastes back together in a fresh, dazzling mosaic.
Cluster together like stars!
Divided, there is little we can do. Together, there is little we cannot do.
They scattered with no melody, no harmony, no rhythm to hold them. If music was emotion and emotion came from thought, then this was the scream of chaos, of the irrational, of the helpless, of man's self-abdication.
The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost.
The dense and godly wear consistency as a flower, the imaginative fling it joyfully behind them.
Flakes. I was exhausted, shattered, in bewilderment. But behind the bewilderment the truth was
This is an age of mass production. In the mass production of materials a broad technique has been developed and applied to their distribution. In this age, too, there must be a technique for the mass distribution of ideas.
OUTCASTS! R-R-RUN FOR YOUR LIVES, YOU S-S-SSTUPID H-H-HUMANS!!!
the air was filled with obscure ideas
The details of my thoughts bled into thin pieces of paper, spread across miles to touch hearts of the people; who've lost their truest homes- themselves.
The question tumbles out of my mouth like a smooth stone in a stream, its edges worn clean by how often I roll it around in my head.