Battlestar Eclectic
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Category: Epigram
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Every morning, a new breath. Every day, an ego death. Every evening, love professed. Every night, a sin confessed. Day-by-day, we do our best. –Sarah Torribio >>last post <<next post Read more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE
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She lives where cherry blossoms bloom. He lives where concrete sulks. Planets away, they vow to meet at the temple where love was born. –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post See more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE
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The god of childhood is the rainbow in the spray of the garden-hose. –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post See more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE
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When you asked me if I loved you, why’d I go and plead the 5th? I should have skipped words completely. I should have leaned in for a kiss. —Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post See more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE
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Writers live in drafty houses. –Sarah Torribio <<last post >>next post See more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE
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