Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rain From the housetops of a ruined city Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain Not one pale thought with blushes ; my soul’s dead As a corpse flung out of the tideway on The stinking flats of London mud.

I hate to say it because I feel like it might be a jinx, but yes - knock on wood - I have never broken a bone.

Be a good listener first then only you can become a good speaker.

I don&#39;t know that you&#39;re ever going to persuade New Zealanders that they&#39;re not going to own their own homes and I&#39;m not going to try.

Helen Clark

Quotes by Helen Clark

Written By Helen Clark

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