Virginia Woolf Quotes
One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.
Virginia Woolf
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I was always active, always running and working out. I was a wrestler and ran track and, out of interest, started boxing. It's always been a part of me.
T. J. Thyne
For the Nugent family, fast food is a running herbivore.
Ted Nugent
Pops played football for LSU. Ever since I can remember, I've been working with him running routes and stuff.
Odell Beckham, Jr.
I think, my own personal view is there should be higher and higher levels of autonomy; government should not interfere in setting up colleges, in running colleges. The market, the society will decide which is a good university, which is not a good university, rather than government mandating.
N. R. Narayana Murthy
I created my own party. It's called the Sloth and Indolence Party, and I'm running as an anarchist candidate in the best sense of that word. I've studied the presidency carefully.
Utah Phillips
I'm not interested in being Don Quixote. I'm interested in running the City of New York.
Sal Albanese
But you don't decide what to do with the info. Thought runs you. Thought, however, gives false info that you are running it, that you are the one who controls thought. Whereas actually thought is the one which controls each one of us.
David Bohm
For me, running is nothing. Honestly, it's nothing.
Caster Semenya
His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing amidst the wreckage of the years.
Carson McCullers
A quick shallow fry is a great way to transform leftovers, and no more so than in the case of risotto.
Yotam Ottolenghi
I don't go to horror movies. I walked out of 'The Exorcist,' man.
John Carroll Lynch
One should be a painter. As a writer, I feel the beauty, which is almost entirely colour, very subtle, very changeable, running over my pen, as if you poured a large jug of champagne over a hairpin.
Virginia Woolf