Indeed, I am dizzy with happiness to be standing near to…

I don't like standing near the edge of a platform when an express train is passing through. I like to stand right back and…

— Winston Churchill

Standing near someone you love in a time of trouble is its own reward.

— Paul David Tripp

If you are moving, even fire will not hurt you. If you are standing still near the fire, even though you are not in…

— Robert Kiyosaki

Though she hated to stop kissing, Luce held Daniel's warm face in her hands. She gazed into his violet eyes, trying to draw strength.…

— Lauren Kate

“Love can be a natural endowment, a present, or a gift. If it is not just a donation, it can be a divine talent.…

— Erik Pevernagie

Dizzy used to tell me that I am playing too hard. He used to say to not give everything. Miles used to tell me…

— Freddie Hubbard

The years between thirty-five and sixty-five revolve before the passive mind as one unexplained, confusing merry-go-round. True, they are a merry-go-round of ill-gaited and…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Since the time of the Founding Fathers, and since they added the Second Amendment to the Constitution, our guns have developed at a rate…

— Emma Gonzalez

The mortal race is far too weak not to grow dizzy on unwonted brights. [Ger., Das sterbliche Geschlecht ist viel zu schwach In ungewohnter…

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Dizzy used to tell me I'm playing too hard. He'd say to not give everything. Miles told me that too.

— Freddie Hubbard

It is a law of governance that democracies have to spend themselves dizzy. Citizens of democracies can, after all, tell their government to give…

— P. J. O'Rourke

I'm so in love, every time I look at you my soul gets dizzy.

— Jesse Tyler Ferguson

“We had nothing to say to one another, and while I was manufacturing my phrases I felt that earth was falling through space and…

— Emil Cioran

The circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops…

— Francesca Lia Block

I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.

— Charles Bukowski