William Alfred Quayle Quotes
Frankly, the trouble with winter is, it is all backbone. It is fleshless, insensate, with neither a breast to be leaned on nor a heart to love and ache and, if need be, break, nor any kindly hand to fondle and caress like a sea-wave on a sunny shore half asleep.
William Alfred Quayle
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The trouble with children is that they're not returnable.
Quentin Crisp
When I was a kid and got in trouble, I'd always say, Mom, I'm in trouble. Well, Mom, I'm in trouble.
Earl Campbell
Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.
Gary Zukav
In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.
T. S. Eliot
But I plan on dedicating specific training to track this winter for the next racing season.
Mark-Paul Gosselaar
There is winter in L.A., there is rain in L.A. But there is no rain on 'Entourage.'
Emily Ratajkowski
A bomb makes more noise than a caress, but for each bomb that destroys, there are millions of caresses that nourish life.
Facundo Cabral
Because my parents are Indian, everybody speaks Hindi to me, and I have no idea what they are saying.
Rajiv Ouseph
Cats, dogs, and some I mean, birds, many species of mammals, they also have the sort of potential to show affection firstly because of the biological factor.
Dalai Lama
As of today, I have absolutely no regrets. I think I am a mature person who can take things in stride. I'm grateful for people in my past. They helped me get to where I am, wherever that is. But now, I am thinking for myself and sitting in on all the business transactions.
Marilyn Monroe
Normally we think of play as the opposite of work. Work is the thing you have to do, and then there's play, the thing you choose to do.
Ian Bogost
Frankly, the trouble with winter is, it is all backbone. It is fleshless, insensate, with neither a breast to be leaned on nor a heart to love and ache and, if need be, break, nor any kindly hand to fondle and caress like a sea-wave on a sunny shore half asleep.
William Alfred Quayle
