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
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk. Martin Luther King walked so Obama could run. Obama's running so we all can fly.
Jay-Z
I don't believe in the philosophy of stumbling across hit records.
Nile Rodgers
Chic
My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around.
John Wooden
The foresight of financial experts was, as so often, a poor guide to the future.
John Kenneth Galbraith
God has not abandoned us any more than he abandoned Job. He never abandons anyone on whom he has set his love; nor does Christ, the good shepherd, ever lose track of his sheep.
J. I. Packer
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