William Cullen Bryant Quotes
When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
Opened in airs of June her multitude
Of golden chalices to humming-birds
And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
William Cullen Bryant
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She said it had been hijacked shortly after takeoff. By this time, the plane had been in the air - again, I'm presuming that it took off on time - for over an hour.
Ted Olson
COPD includes chronic bronchitis, emphysema, or both. Over time, it makes it harder and harder to breathe because less air is able to flow in and out of the lungs.
Caitlyn Jenner
My mother had a great voice. Not like mine, not like my sister's, not like my son's - a high soprano voice, but like a bird. I mean, really beautiful.
Barbra Streisand
The world is full of people who never quite get into the first team and who just miss the prizes at the flower show.
Jacob Bronowski
Unfortunately, the rights to 'System Shock' trademark and copyright are both up in the air.
Warren Spector
The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
Omar Khayyam
If you want a thing--truly want it, want it so badly that you need it as you need air to breathe, then unless you die, you will have it. Why not? It has you. There is no escape. What a cruel and terrible thing escape would be if escape were possible
Octavia E. Butler
I can keep learning about all the different technologies. It's my most telling characteristic. I'm interested in trying anything new.
Martha Stewart
We too are also inspired by the life and example of Jose Marti, who is not only a Cuban and Latin American hero but justly honoured by all who struggle to be free.
Nelson Mandela
I think $[ is more like a coelacanth than a mastadon.
Larry Wall
The world is not the most pleasant place. Eventually, your parents leave you and nobody is going to go out of their way to protect you unconditionally. You need to learn to stand up for yourself and what you believe and sometimes, pardon my language, kick some ass.
Queen Elizabeth II
When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
Opened in airs of June her multitude
Of golden chalices to humming-birds
And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
William Cullen Bryant