Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
My dream has always been to live somewhere in London where the chimneys look as if they could have been used in… — Frank Skinner Copy Share Image
A legal broom's a moral chimney-sweeper, And that's the reason he himself's so dirty — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine… — Thomas Campion Copy Share Image
It's understandable that people are keeping one eye on the pot and another up the chimney. — Kevin Keegan Copy Share Image
With a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you; with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney… — Philip Sidney Copy Share Image
If a man will kick a fact out of the window, when he comes back he finds it again in the chimney… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I'd like to start with the chimney jokes - I've got a stack of them. The first one is on the house. — Tim Vine Copy Share Image
Praise the invisible sun burning beyond the white cold sky, giving us light and the chimney's shadow. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
When I walk across my living room from my chimney to my window, it takes me 10 seconds, but for a bird… — Jean-Claude Van Damme Copy Share Image
Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A factory can be closed down, its chimneys smokeless, waiting for the worker to come back to his job, and all will… — Charles M. Schwab Copy Share Image
Even the pictures I was doing at college - a little narrative based on a butterfly catcher, or a chimney sweep -… — Tim Walker Copy Share Image
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
As for me, I rarely write a song. But when I do write a song, like "Ain't No Chimneys in the Projects,"… — Sharon Jones Copy Share Image
One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow,… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, / Across the moon the clouds fly fast, / The house is smitten as with a… — Robert Bridges Copy Share Image
Non- Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys,… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
When you were sleeping on the sofa I put my ear to your ear and listened to the echo of your dreams.… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
Our secret thoughts - do they ever show up? The small flame of our soul can be burning hot, but no one… — Irving Stone Copy Share Image
Brands were a by-product of having great products and communicating them well to people. Power stations that generate a lot of electricity… — Hans Snook Copy Share Image
We have not wondered enough at the delights God has given us to appreciate them, and be good stewards. We have overworked… — Madeleine L'Engle Copy Share Image
Sometimes, looking up at Sophiatown... I have felt I was looking at an Italian village somewhere in Umbria. For you do ‘look… — Trevor Huddleston Copy Share Image
From whence it happens, that they which trust to books, do as they that cast up many little sums into a greater,… — Thomas Hobbes Copy Share Image
The thing to remember about love affairs," says Simone, "is that they are all like having raccoons in your chimney." ... We… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“...Until they stood at last by a crumbling wall, looking up and up and still farther up at the great tombyard top… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
To thousands of elder women in the late sixties and early seventies [the private women's club movement] came like a new gospel… — Laura E. Richards Copy Share Image
My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared… — Diane Setterfield Copy Share Image
Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked… — Alan Sillitoe Copy Share Image
I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of… — William Blake Copy Share Image