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To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will resurrect that beauty in another May is to partake of continuity.

So with the stretch of the white road before me,_x000D__x000D_Shining snow crystals rainbowed by the sun,_x000D__x000D_Fields that are white, stained with long, cool, blue shadows,_x000D__x000D_Strong with the strength of my horse as we run._x000D__x000D_Joy in the touch of the wind and the sunlight!_x000D__x000D_Joy! With the vigorous earth I am one.

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.

The middle of 'America's Women' is about the Civil War, and how women, black and white, confronted slavery and abolition. As in every other period of crisis, the rules of sexual decorum were suspended due to emergency.

There can be no whitewash at the White House.

I admired the way McCain worked on campaign finance reform. I admired the way Nancy Pelosi stiffened the Democrats' spine during the health care debate. I admire the way Barack Obama has raised a dog in the White House without ever putting it on the roof of the car for a vacation drive.

Black people are the magical faces at the bottom of society's well. Even the poorest whites, those who must live their lives only a few levels above, gain their self-esteem by gazing down on us. Surely, they must know that their deliverance depends on letting down their ropes. Only by working together is escape possible. Over time, many reach out, but most simply watch, mesmerized into maintaining their unspoken commitment to keeping us where we are, at whatever cost to them or to us (Bell).

Think of a fine painter attempting to capture an inner vision, beginning with one corner of the canvas, painting what she thinks should be there, not quite pulling it off, covering it over with white paint, and trying again, each time finding out what her painting isn't, until she finally finds out what it is. And when you finally do find out what one corner of your vision is; you're off and running.

Dear to me is my bonnie white steed; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need.

Now the great winds shoreward blow Now the salt tides seaward flow Now the wild white horses play Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.

...the floss-silk manes tossed up like the crest of a breaking wave....Light ran and glittered on them. They were obedient...you would have sworn...as the white horses of the wave crests are to pull of the moon.

Shiva... is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan; The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things. Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme, Empty darkness under the death-tent wings. She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood, Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed.

I do not recall ever receiving a suggestion, let alone an order, from the White House as to how I should make a regulatory decision. How times have changed.

We shall never understand the natural environment until we see it as a living organism. Land can be healthy or sick, fertile or barren, rich or poor, lovingly nurtured or bled white. Our present attitudes and laws governing the ownership and use of land represent an abuse of the concept of private property.... Today you can murder land for private profit. You can leave the corpse for all to see and nobody calls the cops.

I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world

From a distance the world looks blue and green,_x000D__x000D_and the snow-capped mountains white._x000D__x000D_From a distance the ocean meets the stream,_x000D__x000D_and the eagle takes to flight._x000D__x000D_From a distance, there is harmony,_x000D__x000D_and it echoes through the land._x000D__x000D_It's the voice of hope, it's the voice of peace,_x000D__x000D_it's the voice of every man

Suddenly, from behind the rim of the moon, in long, slow-motion moments of immense majesty, there emerges a sparkling blue and white jewel, a light, delicate, sky-blue sphere laced with slowly swirling veils of white, rising gradually like a small pearl in a thick sea of black mystery. It takes more than a moment to fully realize this is Earth ... home. My view of our planet was a glimpse of divinity.

Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole_x000D__x000D_We heard a knock at the door, must have been Ron Gold'_x000D__x000D_Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold_x000D__x000D_Killed em both and smeared blood on the white Bronco

Who that man in the black Sedan_x000D__x000D_With two cheap hookers and a Mexican_x000D__x000D_Pumpin' white lines, sippin' warm Coors Light_x000D__x000D_Mickey Avalon, call me Mr. Right

Drinking all day_x000D__x000D_Big chiefing at night_x000D__x000D_I keep my eyes red and tight_x000D__x000D_So that my teeth can look white

My delight and thy delight Walking, like two angels white, In the gardens of the night.