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“If lust and hate is the candyif blood and love tastes so sweetthen we give 'em what they wantHey, hey, give 'em what they wantSo their eyes are growing hazy 'cause they want to turn it on so their minds are soft and lazyWell, hey, give 'em what they wantIf lust and hate is the candyif blood and love tastes so sweetthen we give 'em what they wantSo their eyes are growing hazy 'cause they want to turn it onso their minds are soft and lazyWell who do you want to blame?Hey, hey, give 'em what they wantIf lust and hate is the candyif blood and love tastes so sweetthen we give 'em what they wantSo their eyes are growing hazy 'cause they want to turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy.Well who do you want to blame?”
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“When ideas evaporate, when shapes fade and forms lose their integrity, our imagination can create an outlandish setting and convert everything into a hazy, misty Turner landscape. ("Back garden of a dream")”
Erik Pevernagie“The question that sometime's drive's me hazy, am i or the other's crazy?”
Albert Einstein“A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?”
Albert Einstein“Do I believe in God? Sure. So I believe the Bible is the arbiter of theological knowledge? There it gets a little hazy.”
Don Hoesel, Elisha's Bones“There was a hazy damp film in his eyes that I recognized from emotions in old movies, projected large on darkened screens.”
Alexandra Kleeman, You Too Can Have a Body Like Mine“If Barthes, along with Bachelard, is one of those who have done most to enrich criticism during the last thirty years, it is not as a theoretician of a still hazy semiology, but as the champion of a new pleasure in reading.”
Laurent Binet, The Seventh Function of Language“Thursday afternoon, the dark clouds closed in, and by Friday morning a heavy rain was falling. The mountain peaks were hazy sentinels, disappearing into misty fog that clung to the valley.”
Danika Stone, Edge of Wild“Together they looked skyward. The moonbow was shattering--mere bits of color in the blackness, a sort of bridge between heaven and earth--reminding her that even on the darkest nights there was a glimmer of home, of promise, however hazy.”
Laura Frantz, Moonbow Night“People live on the flow of the daily reality and they surge on the waves of hazy expectations. They can experience pleasant junctures and try to catch and enjoy each special moment that is offered to them. Until life takes them by surprise.”
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