When I swing at a golf ball right, my mind is blank and my body is loose as a goose. — Sam Snead Copy Share Image
“There are no boundaries among the geese. How can you have boundaries if you fly?” — T.H. White Copy Share Image
He writes so well he makes me feel like putting my quill back in my goose. — Fred Allen Copy Share Image
The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
It gives me goose bumps and little butterflies in the stomach when I start thinking about the 'golden slam.' — Novak Djokovic Copy Share Image
To bring about a genuine political realignment, Republicans must kill the Government Goose that Lays the Golden Eggs - the very Goose… — Jeb Bush Copy Share Image
Oh, but I like my geese. Like cats, they can't be told what to do, and like dogs, they're loyal, and like… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Geese are friends to no one, they bad mouth everybody and everything. But they are companionable once you get used to their… — E. B. White Copy Share Image
We procured from an Indian a weasel perfectly white except the extremity of the tail which was black: great numbers of wild… — Meriwether Lewis Copy Share Image
...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about… — W. H. Auden Copy Share Image
No more I do, your Majesty. But what's that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There's no way to tweak your content in order to goose ratings. You do what you're good at and let people follow… — Rachel Maddow Copy Share Image
Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow." Leaves were green and… — Rachel Field Copy Share Image
The voice of God does not pander, offers no five-year plan, no long-term solution, nary an edict. It is small & fond… — Mary Karr Copy Share Image
The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note, when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat. Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore,… — Orlando Gibbons Copy Share Image
What wonderful and haunting worlds Krys Lee illuminates-a goose for a goose father, a sympathetic wife made bold by her husband's infidelity-… — Janice Y. K. Lee Copy Share Image
someone's sent a loving note in lines of returning geese and as the moon fills my western chamber as petals dance over… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
“I’ve always marveled that geese can feel a call stirring, rise on hardy wings to engage it, and without contemplation, compass or… — Craig D. Lounsbrough Copy Share Image
Some men are born to good luck: all they do or try to do comes right—all that falls to them is so… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Hopefully, there isn't any adjustment at all in terms of what I am doing and what I'm preparing. Obviously, there's going to… — Beth Mowins Copy Share Image
If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell--among all… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Man is the Reasoning Animal. Such is the claim. I think it is open to dispute. Indeed, my experiments have proven to… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Sure, you can choose the safety and predictability of the cage, forfeiting the adventure God has destined for you. But you won't… — Mark Batterson Copy Share Image
The subtlest change in New York is something people don't speak much about but that is in everyone's mind. The city, for… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
GOOSE, n. A bird that supplies quills for writing. These, by some occult process of nature, are penetrated and suffused with various… — Ambrose Bierce Copy Share Image
Euclid alone has looked on Beauty bare. Let all who prate of Beauty hold their peace, And lay them prone upon the… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Sweet was the sound, when oft, at evening's close, Up yonder hill the village murmur rose; There as I passed, with careless… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the… — Joseph Heller Copy Share Image
“When the geese have cackled they will be still again. First they cackle and then they stop.” — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
