Blue Quotes
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I'm nostalgic for the future I knew as a kid. Back then, it was a lovely, bleepy, heavenly land populated by svelte men in white polo necks, who would lounge on big white sofas sipping blue wine from big glass globes, beside women like the ones on the covers of Hedkandi chill out compilations.
Peter Baynham
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I actually like getting up to blue skies.
Marianne Jean-Baptiste
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As a female pilot, the sacred rose garden in my heart is the motherland's blue sky.
Liu Yang
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Far and few, far and few,Are the lands where the Jumblies live;Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,And they went to sea in a Sieve.
Edward Lear
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Calico Pie,The little Birds flyDown to the calico tree,Their wings were blue,And they sang 'Tilly-loo!'Till away they flew,-And they never came back to me!
Edward Lear
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No radiant pearl which crested Fortune wears,No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty’s ears,Not the bright stars which Night’s blue arch adorn,Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,Shine with such lustre as the tear that flowsDown Virtue’s manly cheek for others’ woes.
Erasmus Darwin
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No offense to Boston, but I was glad to get out of there. I think it's just because I'm from Philly. Honestly, the blue collar side of each are pretty similar in ways, but something about the makeup of your brain, Philly versus Boston. It's a lot different, in weird ways.
Kurt Vile
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They don't actually see the real world, where 95% of the people with HIV are not treated and are dying. And even though we have some blue sky now in our country, the sky could become cloudy again very soon.
Luc Montagnier
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My first job was for a blue jean company as a sitting model. I posed for 15 minutes and made $50. It was 1976.
Janice Dickinson
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Fifty years ago, it was the dream of every bohemian artist to be seen getting out of a limousine wearing blue jeans and sneakers. Today, it's the dream of probably half the people in the country.
Brad Holland
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For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Why make so much of fragmentary blue. In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?
Robert Frost
