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Tag Name "Trinkets" (10)

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Elton John's home is laden with trinkets and books relating to Satanism and witchcraft.
Bernie Taupin
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I'm rarely invited to start-up parties, but who cares about their trinkets and apps anyway?
Evgeny Morozov
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The wise say that it is not an iron, wooden or fiber fetter which is a strong one, but the besotted hankering after trinkets, children and wives, that, say the wise, is the strong fetter. It drags one down, and loose as it feels, it is hard to break. Breaking this fetter, people renounce the world, free from longing and abandoning sensuality.
Gautama Buddha
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Cease looking for flowers! There blooms a garden in your own home. While you look for trinkets The treasure house awaits you in your own being.
Rumi
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The American Dream has become a death sentence of drudgery, consumerism, and fatalism: a garage sale where the best of the human spirit is bartered away for comfort, obedience and trinkets. It's unequivocally absurd.
Zoltan Istvan
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the pleasure of possession, whether we possess trinkets, or offspring - or possibly books, or prints, or chessmen, or postage stamps - lies in showing these things to friends who are experiencing no immediate urge to look at them.
Agnes Repplier
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How men hate waiting while their wives shop for clothes and trinkets how women hate waiting, often for much of their lives, while their husbands shop for fame and glory.
Bill Vaughan
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If your nature is infinite awareness trapped in a body, suddenly there's a lack of happiness, a lack of freedom. No matter what you get you'll never be happy, because these are all trinkets.
Frederick Lenz
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How much of our lives could we buy back if we cherished our lives instead of our trinkets?
Gerry Spence
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I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.
Sylvia Plath