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
When we won the title, I received gifts and cards, bottles of wine, and Champagne. When I was sacked, my house was full.
Claudio Ranieri
It's very important that we instill some respect for the parents. In America especially, the kids are unruly, screaming at mommy and daddy, running the show.
Ziggy Marley
Logic and mathematics seem to be the only domains where self-evidence manages to rise above triviality; and this it does, in those domains, by a linking of self-evidence on to self-evidence in the chain reaction known as proof.
Logic
I never said I don't like gay people.
Pam Bondi
I love going to football games and going to homecoming dances and just doing normal things.
Madison Pettis
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