The jazz clubs wind up having only rich tourists - the kids can't come. If they do, then they spend their entire… — John Scofield Copy Share Image
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I've been very fortunate with my three spec scripts - which is sort of my thematic trilogy of the American Frontier. With… — Taylor Sheridan Copy Share Image
Wind has the potential to produce many, many more jobs per kilowatt hour than coal. But the coal industry has tremendous political… — Robert F. Kennedy, Jr Copy Share Image
When I started out, it was around the whole 9/11 - Islamophobia was just sort of hitting a second wind. Obviously that… — Riaad Moosa Copy Share Image
Democrats in sanctuary states support amnesty for illegal aliens, just so long as those illegal aliens don't wind up in sanctuary states. — Michael J. Knowles Copy Share Image
I have cultivated my hysteria with delight and terror. Now I suffer continually from vertigo, and today, 23rd of January, 1862, I… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
It was as if she lived only on clear, salty air, and when the day came for her to pass away, she… — John Ajvide Lindqvist Copy Share Image
Poetry Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The idea of windmills conjures up pleasant images - of Holland and tulips, of rural America with windmill blades slowly turning, pumping… — Lamar Alexander Copy Share Image
Your heart like a hawk-mouth in the sun, your heart like a ship on an atoll, your heart like a compass needle… — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
The first cup moistens my lips and throat; The second cup breaks my loneliness; The third cup searches my barren entrail but… — Lu Tong Copy Share Image
And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Well-meaning adults can easily destroy a child's love of reading. Stop them reading what they enjoy or give them worthy-but-dull books that… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Kent. Where's the king? Gent. Contending with the fretful elements; Bids the wind blow the earth into the sea, Or swell the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Life is as the sea, art a ship in which man conquers life's crushing formlessness, reducing it to a course, a series… — Ralph Ellison Copy Share Image
Some have held that there are only four winds: Solanus from the east; Auster from the south; Favonius from due west; Septentrio… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
Perhaps it's the artist in me, but most days, I try to reflect the atmosphere my spirit is breathing in and let… — Amanda Warren Copy Share Image
I have to understand the nature of change. And I cannot just work with stone or the more permanent materials. I need… — Andy Goldsworthy Copy Share Image
We need an all of the above energy policy to address the challenges that we face as a nation. That means wind,… — Michelle Steel Copy Share Image
Loud wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea, Pour forth thy vials like streams… — Dinah Maria Murlock Craik Copy Share Image
Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair, Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In a broader sense, the rhythms of nature, large and small - the sounds of wind and water, the sounds of birds… — George Crumb Copy Share Image
The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My whole family is obsessed by brandy butter. And bread sauce. Then, of course, there will be a lot of wind in… — Miranda Hart Copy Share Image
Fire up your heart for the wind is getting cold, now it always gets cold for the riders of the night. When… — Jon Stewart Copy Share Image
If you change your lifestyle, remember it's not a wind sprint, but it's a marathon you're embarked on, and you'll be able… — Mehmet Oz Copy Share Image
“You've got my love the same way the ocean has the shore. It's always there - the tide can change, the sea… — Danielle Stewart Copy Share Image
I enjoy the independence of single-handling a boat. I like controlling the elements, making the wind and the waves and the water… — Gerry Schwartz Copy Share Image
My inners are not organs. They're actually mechanics, so I have a hole in my back, wind me up like the movie… — Gillian Jacobs Copy Share Image
No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind… — Thomas Merton Copy Share Image
I never sought to be a pundit, or on TV, or a writer-it just kind of came to me. If you just… — Ann Coulter Copy Share Image
“Nothing is ever truly set by fate. In one blink, everything changes. Even though it should be a clear, sunny day, the… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Clearly, we need more incentives to quickly increase the use of wind and solar power; they will cut costs, increase our energy… — Hillary Clinton Copy Share Image
Most people...are like a falling leaf that drifts and turns in the air, flutters, and falls to the ground. But a few… — Hermann Hesse Copy Share Image
It is very important not to become hard. The artist must always have one skin too few in comparison to other people,… — Shusha Guppy Copy Share Image
Love like rain, can nourish from above, drenching couples with soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's… — Jayne Anne Phillips Copy Share Image
A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away-away-to an indefinite… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
