A Quote by Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

One feels a quickening of the pulse when one crosses a border. — © Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
One feels a quickening of the pulse when one crosses a border.
Today, more people are crossing various borders in order to survive, thrive, change their lives. Even if you don't cross the border, with demographic shifts, the border sometimes crosses you.
At first, one believes in love. Then one crosses a border, a border of time. Then that belief, too, is lost.
It's that anonymous person who meanders through the streets and feels what's happening there, feels the pulse of the people, who's able to create.
Today a newcomer to the state is automatically eligible for our many aid programs the moment he crosses the border.
Under my administration, anyone who illegally crosses the border will be detained until they are removed out of America and back to the country from which they came.
Under my administration, anyone who illegally crosses the border will be detained until they are removed out of our country and back to the country from which they came.
Faith crosses every border and touches every heart in every nation.
A love revolution is forming far out to sea like a series of waves that build on one another until the whole earth is consumed. The first set of waves releases a quickening anointing. The second set of waves, a love revolution. The third set of waves will sweep across the world and release a worldwide revival. I believe that we can position ourselves to catch this incoming set of waves that will release to you a "quickening spirit" or "quickening anointing." It is being released - now. Catch the wave!
I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.
The common root, of course, comes out of Africa. That's the pulse.The African pulse. It's all the way back from . . . the old slave chants and up through the blues, the jazz, and up through rock. And it's all got the African pulse.
Poetry feels like a country I visit without a passport, where I look around furtively, grab hold of something precious, and try to smuggle it back across the border. Any poem I get written down feels like contraband to me.
Rock & roll doesn't belong on a grid. It belongs on a pulse - a natural pulse.
In other words, my pot doesn't work?" "It doesn't have a pulse," he says. "I have a pulse." Kimmie offers her wrist. "Wanna check?
That's the primary mission of ours: to protect the border, enhance the border, and capitalize on what the border has to offer. It's the source of jobs, source of positive immigration stories.
Migrants come up and no longer seek to evade the Border Patrol, but are actually left at the border by their smugglers. And they seek out Border Patrol agents or Customs and Border Protection officials to surrender to them and request political asylum. That's the way in which they get entry into a system that will eventually release them into the country.
We say here that if you fall down in the United States, the ambulance man must feel for your wallet before he feels for your pulse.
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