Bobby Helms Quotes

The smile on your lips brings the summer sunshine, the tears in your eyes bring the rain. I feel your touch, you warm embrace, and I'm in heaven again.

Bobby Helms

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• It's like driving your car. If you drive too fast on the highway, you will topple, so you better maintain your speed. Life is similar to that, and that's the way you have to control your head.

  

  A. R. Rahman
  • Life
  • Control
  • Car

• I write, having seen what's happening already in my head. I see it as a movie, and I'm just writing down what's happening in front of me.

  

  Victoria Aveyard
  • Movie
  • Me
  • Write

• If months were marked by colors, November in New England would be colored gray.

  

  Madeleine M. Kunin
  • New
  • November
  • Colors

• I don't get hung up on weight.

  

  Jack Black
  • Up
  • Get
  • Weight

• English has always had a special fondness for other European languages, a neighborly soft spot - perhaps because Britain has been invaded by speakers of those languages from the onset of its recorded history.

  

  Rabih Alameddine
  • History
  • Always
  • English

• News is something that happens that matters to you, which is not most of what we watch on television.

  

  Val Kilmer
  • You
  • Television
  • News

• I'm obsessed with making lists.

  

  Rachel Nichols
  • Making
  • Obsessed
  • Lists

• Often I am asked if there is any such thing as a female serial killer.

  

  Pat Brown
  • Female
  • Killer

• Only sterility is noble and dignified. Only killing what never was is elevated and perverse and absurd.

  

  Fernando Pessoa

• The books I write because I want to read them, the games because I want to play them, and stories I tell because I find them exciting personally.

  

  Gary Gygax

• If they come prying they can leave curious.

  

  Ursula K. Le Guin

• What the White man had won with so much blood and dishonesty was not the living land of the Red man, but the corpse of that land. It was decay that the White man won. It would turn to dust in his hands, Alvin knew it.

  

  Orson Scott Card
  • Red

• (Recollection of what he was thinking to himself when confronted by the military): 'They want me out, they want me to abrogate the constitution and this is exactly what Speight wants and if they belong to Speight, I don’t belong to them.'

  

  Kamisese Mara
  • Thinking
  • Military

• It is moral by his code to get into office by false pretences. It is moral to change convictions overnight. Anything is moral that furthers the main concern of his soul, which is to keep a place at the public trough.

  

  H. L. Mencken
  • Soul
  • Moral

• Everywhere - all over Africa and South America … you see these suburbs springing up. They represent the optimum of what people want. There's a certain sort of logic leading towards these immaculate suburbs. And they're terrifying, because they are the death of the soul … This is the prison this planet is being turned into.

  

  J. G. Ballard
  • People
  • Up
  • America

• Awkwardness gives me great comfort.

  

  Marc Jacobs
  • Great

• 'Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.'

  

  Leo Tolstoy
  • Respect

• In Paragon we met Mrs. Foley and Mrs. Dowdeswell with her yellow shawl airing out, and at the bottom of Kingsdown Hill we met a gentleman in a buggy, who, on minute examination, turned out to be Dr. Hall - and Dr. Hall in such very deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.

  

  Jane Austen
  • Mother
  • Wife
  • Deep

• You know, 'Mad Men' is notoriously secretive with its plotlines, even with exposing them to actors on the show.

  

  Alison Brie
  • Men
  • Mad

• O tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire; One morn is in the mighty heaven, And one in our desire.

  

  Ralph Waldo Emerson
  • Desire
  • Heaven
  • Fire

• Thou art greatly wise, my friend, and ever respected by me, yet I find not in your theory or your scope, room enough for the lyric inspirations, or the mysterious whispers of life. To me it seems that it is madder never to abandon oneself, than often to be infatuated; better to be wounded, a captive, and a slave, than always to walk in armor.

  

  Margaret Fuller
  • Life
  • Art
  • Friend

• The smile on your lips brings the summer sunshine, the tears in your eyes bring the rain. I feel your touch, you warm embrace, and I'm in heaven again.

  

  Bobby Helms
  • Heaven
  • Smile
  • Tears