4,436 Quotes About Beat
- Author Deyth Banger
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To vote or not... it really doesn't matter it = 1 vote... as for the others with one vote somebody could beat you.
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- Author Jack Kerouac
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A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.
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- Author Lenore Kandel
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There are no barriers to poetry or prophecy; by their nature they are barrier-breakers, bursts of perceptions, lines into infinity. If the poet lies about his vision he lies about himself and in himself; this produces a true barrier.
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- Author Michael McClure
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The machines are too dull when weare lion-poems that move & breathe.
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- Author Chitose Yagami
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There's nothing happy about love at all!! I would rather have not known real love... if it hurts this much.
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- Author Israelmore Ayivor
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Excellence is to keep beating your own standards every day. If you don't have a standard for yourself, you have no records to beat; and if you don't have any record to beat, you can't excel. What is your current standard?
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- Author Natsuki Takaya
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Why does that kid think so highly of himself?""Kids that think they're so smart.They're everywhere! Destroy is self-esteem!""Yes...I really do think highly of myself.People like me should get a taste of the ups and downs of life! Sorry I'm so envious.I will reflect upon this. Please don't be angry."Ah..um..""There, I said it now. Are you satisfied?" ........"Bye bye!"Beat him.....Beat him until he reaches heaven...!!! -random people and Hiro-chan
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- Author Sara Sheridan
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The atmosphere felt unexpectedly intense and the music was frantic. The beat made it both difficult to think straight and pleasant to move – like swimming almost.
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- Author Kirby Doyle
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Outside . . . the street . . . the city . . . the darkness! O how the night was with me, taunting the rolls of thought that cuddled my brain. My memory like an old piano roll . . . four hot hands at the keys . . . wobbly fingers in my mind . . . my whole life ragtime in broken shoes . . . tiny mallets striking the strings of my soul . . . Ah, Tim, I tell you there's a tune left in the old box yet.
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