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Exhale (Shoop Shoop) Whitney Houston Everyone falls in love sometime Sometimes it's wrong, and sometimes it's right For every win, someone must fail But there comes a point when When we exhale (yea, y
Rho Ophiuchi dark cloud is one of the closest star-forming regions to our own solar system. Located near the constellations Scorpius and Ophiuchus, the nebula is about 407 light years away from Earth. The infrared astronomical satellite, now celebra
Around 500 BC, this problem was particularly acute for one king above all. He'd taken control of a kingdom so large. It was the world's first empire. He needed to find a new way to impose his power ac
Art Blended with Heart 2 Miele cites water as an inspiration for his gowns. In the mouths of most designers, it’s a cliché strutted out with any old blue dress. Miele’s collection gives there ref
By Mike O'Sullivan Los Angeles 08 March 2006 watch US Population report Census officials say the U.S. population will reach 300 million in October, and that the 300th million American may well be a La
To forgive may be divine, but no one ever said it was easy. When someone has deeply hurt you, it can be extremely difficult to let go of your grudge. But forgiveness is possible -- and it can be surprisingly beneficial to your physical and mental hea
The Art of Fiction: A Guide for Writers and Readers is a nonfiction book by Ayn Rand,published posthumously. Edited by Tore Boeckmann, it was published by Plume in 2000. The book is based on a 1958 series of 12 four-hour lectures about fiction which
The Art of Doing Nothing Sure, we all know how to do nothing. We all know how to lay around and waste time. But many of us are too busy to do it much, and when we do it, our minds are often on other things. We cannot relax and enjoy the nothingness.
The Art of Cry When Mrs Johnson entered Belli's room, she found that he was binding up his thumb. What's the matter with you? she asked. It is because of that hammer. Belli answered. But I didn't hear you cry. Oh, I thought you were not in just now.
The art of living is to know when to hold fast and when to let go. For life is a paradox: it enjoins us to cling to its many gifts even while it ordains their eventual relinquishment. The rabbis of old put it this way: A man comes to this world with