Days Quotes
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In all God's plans for human redemption, He proposes that men pray. The men are to pray in every place, in the church, in the closet, in the home, on sacred days and on secular days.
Edward McKendree Bounds
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I think we've seen the final days for two years. He's made a valiant stab, but the ghosts of Agassi are lurking more every day.
Gene Scott
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Then she yelled after the girl, 'No, we haven't seen any bald 'uns all days. But yesterday seventeen of 'em went by. Arm in arm!
Astrid Lindgren
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One of these days, I'm going to publish a book of all the pictures I did not take.
Rene Burri
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Im gonna be something one of these days.
Patsy Cline
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It would take them three days to tape a thirty minute show, and you just got so worn out, you did it however they wanted, just to get it over with.
Wanda Jackson
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Now there’s a joy inside I can’t contain
But even perfect days can end in rain
And though it’s pouring down
I see You through the clouds
Shining on my face.
Francesca Battistelli
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Guys are really easy to get along with. It's a lot better than being on the bus with eight girls. But the worst part is being the only girl, because there's some days where you just wanna watch a chick flick.
Hillary Scott
Lady Antebellum
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One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come up to you and show you a nice brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken, and this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the Jack of Spades jump out of the deck and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not bet this man, for as sure as you are standing there, you are going to end up with an earful of cider.
Damon Runyon
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The days, the weeks, the years out here shall come back again, and our dead comrades shall then stand up again and march with us, our heads shall be clear, we shall have a purpose, and so we shall march, our dead comrades beside us, the years at the Front behind us:—against whom, against whom?
Erich Maria Remarque
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I have those days where I'm PMSing and bloated.
Christina Aguilera
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The rest of my days I spend wandering: wondering what, anyway,
was that sticky infusion, that rank flavor of blood, that poetry, by which I lived?
Galway Kinnell
