Noah Syndergaard (Thor) Quotes
I really committed to growing my hair out about a year and a half ago. There's always this awkward moment when you're growing your hair out and it just doesn't look all that great. But if you just power through it then you'll get a pretty good end result.
Noah Syndergaard
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PepsiCo is a $63 billion company. Half the company is snacks, and half the company is beverages. We have a glorious snacks business and a glorious beverage business. We are extremely profitable. We are growing.
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When I was growing up, we had cats, dogs, guinea pigs, rabbits, goats, chickens - a whole menagerie.
Sam Heughan
It's best make changes little by little, the same as you'd put clothes upon a growing child.
Lady Gregory
While growing up in Baltimore, Maryland, I dreamed of becoming many things: an archaeologist, an ambassador, an actor, an author.
Karen Hesse
I feel growing up in Mumbai is an advantage, as we grow up speaking so many languages that when we go abroad, it becomes easier to learn new languages.
Zubin Mehta
Growing up in the Sacramento Valley in the '70s, we were all pretty big into cars. Of course, I had to nerd out and be a fan of Bob Tullius' Group 44 Jaguars instead of Corvettes/Camaros.
Gabe Newell
I've never dyed my hair, never fixed my teeth or gotten a tan.
Kat Dennings
Maybe this whole obsession about colouring our hair is about our inability to grow up. To let go of the fact we aren't children any more, and the whole thing about changing our faces and looking young, and 60 being the new 40, is maybe we don't want to let go of our childhood.
Tamsin Greig
I did keep detailed journals from about fifth grade on, and every so often as I was growing up, I would re-read them and reflect on the previous years of my life.
Raina Telgemeier
My personal style is a big mix. A lot of it's pretty vintage. I love vintage looks. I'm obsessed with the mid '60s era, even '70s, it was a good era for clothes, hair, music, and cars.
Kacey Musgraves
Within your magic web of hair, lies furledThe fire and splendour of the ancient world;The dire gold of the comet's wind-blown hair;The songs that turned to gold the evening airWhen all the stars of heaven sang for joy.
Edith Sitwell
Who wants to brave those bronze beautiesLying in the sun.With their long soft hair fallingFlying as they run.Oh they smile so shyAnd they flirt so wellAnd they lay you down so fastTill you look straight up and sayOh lord, am I really here at last?
Bob Seger
