A gray flannel suit by Thom Browne or Tom Ford can be worn a billion ways. I'll wear a gray flannel jacket… — Nick Wooster Copy Share Image
Baseball is a game of race, creed, and color. The race is to first base. The creed is the rules of the… — Joe Garagiola Copy Share Image
When you're working on something where there's usually one sex scene in the film, it all gets a little bit of a… — Michael Sheen Copy Share Image
It isn't a matter of how long, or even how much you know. It's a way of looking at things, how much… — Hilari Bell Copy Share Image
On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one… — Helen Hunt Jackson Copy Share Image
The long mechanic pacings to and fro, The set, gray life, and apathetic end. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I'm sure I'll find some use for the dress before summer."Kavill nodded, and closed his thick ledger. "Do let me know if… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
Traveling together is a great test, which has damaged many friendships and even honeymoons, and some people such as [Thomas] Gray and… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
For much of the twentieth century, 1984 was a year that belonged to the future - a strange, gray future at that.… — James Gleick Copy Share Image
All the American women had purple noses and gray lips and their faces were chalk white from terrible powder. I recognized that… — Helena Rubinstein Copy Share Image
Gray are all the theories, But green is the tree of life. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
There is less gray area there, less doubt. There is a security in being some thing all the way. Our culture, too,… — Porochista Khakpour Copy Share Image
A smile couldn't be brought into court as evidence. You couldn't arrest a man because he had trembled. Brown eyes had stolen… — Vera Caspary Copy Share Image
“Marry me," he said. "Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Grey, or be whatever you wish… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Literature was not born the day when a boy crying "wolf, wolf" came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its… — Jane Hamilton Copy Share Image
Twice in my life I have spent two weary and scientifically profitless years seeking evidence to corroborate dearly loved hypotheses that later… — Peter Medawar Copy Share Image
I didn't remember what month that was, or what year even. I only knew the memory lived in me, a perfectly encapsulated… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. — Thomas Gray Copy Share Image
A world of contradictions, wherein everything is gray and almost nothing is black and white. — David Sheff Copy Share Image
Several ripe persimmons Left on the branches; Gray clouds come and go. — Santoka Taneda Copy Share Image
