1,884 Quotes About Play
- Author Simona Panova
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Don’t you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don’t need it?
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- Author Evgeny Shvarts
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Let me tell you: the only way to get rid of dragons is to have one of your own.
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- Author Kylie Scott
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Stick your dick in’?” I asked, my brows probably touching. “Did you actually just say that?” “Make love. I meant make love … of course. I would never just stick my dick in you. I would make mad, passionate love to this sweet, sweet body of yours for days, no, weeks. It would be beautiful, pumpkin. There’d be little angels, and birdies, and you know … all just hanging around, watching. Perverts.
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- Author Cathy A. Malchiodi
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Expressive arts therapy--the purposeful application of art, music, dance/movement, dramatic enactment, creative writing, and imaginative play--is a non-verbal way of self-expression of feelings and perceptions. More importantly, they are action-oriented and tap implicit, embodied experiences of trauma that can defy expression through verbal therapy or logic.
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- Author Kylie Scott
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Pumpkin, stop rubbing your ass against me. We gotta go! I don’t have time to do you now. Prioritize, woman.
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- Author Umberto Eco
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Literature says something and, at the same time, it denies what it has said; it doesn’t destroy signs, it make them play and it plays them. If and whether literature is liberation from the power of the given language depends on the nature of this power.
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- Author Stanislavski
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If you have a rifle, hanging on the wall in the first act, it should fire in the last act”.
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- Author L.R. Knost
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Join them in their world when they're little so you'll be welcome in their world when they get big.
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- Author Roman Payne
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It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.
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