Women: Can't live with them, can't bury them in the back yard without the neighbors seeing. — Shaun Williamson Copy Share Image
I can't hit a ball more than 200 yards. I have no butt. You need a butt if you're going to hit… — Dennis Quaid Copy Share Image
If the grass is greener in the other fellow's yard- let him worry about cutting it. — Fred Allen Copy Share Image
Courage, determination, and hard work are all very nice, but not so nice as an oil well in the back yard. — Mason Cooley Copy Share Image
You might be a redneck if your daughter's Barbie's Dream House has a clothesline in the front yard. — Jeff Foxworthy Copy Share Image
Please remember the hundreds of tiny empty stomachs in our communities. Winter is a tough time for birds and other small creatures… — Alex Pacheco Copy Share Image
No Church-yard is so handsom, that a man would desire straight to bee buried there. [No churchyard is so handsome that a… — George Herbert Copy Share Image
Many of us who aren't farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined:… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
The enemy are only 50 yards from us. We are heavily outnumbered. We are under devastating fire. I shall not withdraw an… — Som Nath Sharma Copy Share Image
Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Every love has a poetic relevance of its own; each love brings to light only what to it is relevant. Outside lies… — Elizabeth Bowen Copy Share Image
Forgive me, O Heavenly Father, according to the multitude of Thy mercies. I have lusted in my heart to break a man's… — Barbara Kingsolver Copy Share Image
He was a player that hasn't had to use his legs even when he was nineteen years of age because his first… — Glenn Hoddle Copy Share Image
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
See what? I didn’t see anything. There were no scary people there. Nothing freaky. I’m going home now and tomorrow I’m going… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
Growing up I did commercials and things like that, but nothing serious. As I got older, my family is really hardcore into… — Portia Doubleday Copy Share Image
...he put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left… — J. K. Rowling Copy Share Image
In writing a novel, the writer must be able to identify emotionally and intellectually with two or three or four contradicting perspectives… — Amos Oz Copy Share Image
I've come up with the three things you never want to hear at your kid's parent/teacher conference. Number one: 'You're only responsible… — Bill Engvall Copy Share Image
Whoever heard me assert that the grey cat playing just now in the yard is the same one that did jumps and… — Arthur Schopenhauer Copy Share Image
Together we made our way from the service entrances in back to the front, Jenks shedding clothes and handing them to me… — Kim Harrison Copy Share Image
To a sprinter, the hundred-yard dash is over in three seconds, not nine or ten. The first 'second' is when you come… — Jesse Owens Copy Share Image
“If you have ever seen a dragon in a pinch, you will realize that this was only poetical exaggeration applied to any… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And there is something profoundly humbling about knowing God. I’m not talking about the trinket God or the genie-in-a-lamp God. I mean… — Donald Miller Copy Share Image
They all laughed. I drew their pictures and they asked for copies and I handed them out as if they were my… — Pete Hamill Copy Share Image
Sometimes, Soraya Sleeping next to me, I lay in bed and listened to the screen door swinging open and shut with the… — Khaled Hosseini Copy Share Image
For nine miles along a submerged ridge, the corals rise in lumpy hillocks that spread out 100 yards or more, resembling heaped… — James Dwight Dana Copy Share Image
As he rounded the corner, he saw two dozen men, naked to the waist, digging a hole thirty yards square at the… — Sebastian Faulks Copy Share Image
When the boys come into my yard for leave to gather horse-chestnuts, I own I enter into nature's game, and affect to… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image