Part of the fun of working on 'Beverly Hills, 90210,' for me, was that I got a lot of freedom from our… — Jason Priestley Copy Share Image
The tender Evenlode that makes Her meadows hush to hear the sound Of waters mingling in the brakes, And binds my heart… — Hilaire Belloc Copy Share Image
I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
If you are a kid in Beverly Hills, (I am not putting down people who live in Beverly Hills) if that kid… — Henry Rollins Copy Share Image
I was in charge of price controls in World War II and had a ceiling on overall prices. Everybody who was subject… — John Kenneth Galbraith Copy Share Image
Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it,… — O. Henry Copy Share Image
The streets of L.A. undulate over short hills as though a finger is poking the landscape from underneath ... laid over this… — Steve Martin Copy Share Image
To be sure, [NASCAR] stars were initially ex-bootleggers for the most part drawn from that talent pool in the Carolinas hills: "good… — Brock Yates Copy Share Image
He domesticated and developed the native wild flowers. He had one hill-side solidly clad with that low-growing purple verbena which mats over… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
And all over the countryside, he knew, on every crest and hill, where once the hedges had interlaced, and cottages, churches, inns,… — H. G. Wells Copy Share Image
Since the 1920s, virtually all continuing medical and public health education is funded by pharmaceutical companies. In fact, today, the FDA can't… — Leonard Horowitz Copy Share Image
“In the days when the spinning-wheels hummed busily in the farmhouses—and even great ladies, clothed in silk and thread-lace, had their toy… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
At the door , she made him promise to go without goodbyes .She closed the door on him . Laila leaned her… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
Deep practice is built on a paradox: struggling in certain targeted ways-operating at the edges of your ability, where you make mistakes-makes… — Daniel Coyle Copy Share Image
When I was 15, my parents left town for a month. They hid the keys to the car, but I found them.… — Danny Masterson Copy Share Image
I return to the newborn world, and the soft-soil fields, What their first birthing lifted to the shores Of light, and trusted… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
The unexplainable thing in nature that makes me feel the world is big fat beyond my understanding – to understand maybe by… — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
In a manner which matches the fortuity, if not the consequence, of Archimedes' bath and Newton's apple, the [3.6 million year old]… — John Reader Copy Share Image
Nothing could be more lonely and nothing more beautiful than the view at nightfall across the prairies to these huge hill masses,… — Theodore Roosevelt Copy Share Image
Near the centre of that State of New York lies an extensive district of country, whose surface is a succession of hills… — James F. Cooper Copy Share Image
[On women in previously all-male fields:] I think it will change in a lot of workplaces. I'm not so sure it will… — Andrea Mitchell Copy Share Image
…just as Christian came up to the Cross, his burden loosed from off his shoulders, fell from off his back, and began… — John Bunyan Copy Share Image
If there is an authoritarian structure at St. Hill it has been brought into being by the government itself. St. Hill is… — L. Ron Hubbard Copy Share Image
Walter [Hill] basically brought me into that ["Wild Bill Hickok"], and it was one of the great experiences. It was extraordinary stuff.… — Keith Carradine Copy Share Image
I've seen neighborhoods that I would have never driven though because I'm riding my bike, because I'm looking for side roads, looking… — Stone Gossard Copy Share Image
The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone the pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
If you don’t have a plan, you will fail, and you can quote me.” You need a definite plan, it should be… — Napoleon Hill Copy Share Image
Canada is a place of infinite promise. We like the people, and if one ever had to emigrate, this would be the… — John Maynard Keynes Copy Share Image
My eyes already touch the sunny hill. Going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
I'm sort of a reverse Method actor. In my personal life, I become my characters. After 'One Tree Hill', I started dressing… — Ashley Rickards Copy Share Image
In the house in Beverly Hills where our four children grew up, living conditions were a few thousand times improved over the… — Harpo Marx Copy Share Image
As on many mornings in Marin, there is this sly strip of fog - water in it's most mystical incarnation - slithering… — Jaimal Yogis Copy Share Image
When he went blundering back to God, His songs half written, his work half done, Who knows what paths his bruised feet… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle… — Enid Blyton Copy Share Image
I stood beside a hill Smooth with new-laid snow, A single star looked out From the cold evening glow. There was not… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white and the flakes… — Jean Webster Copy Share Image