Famous Quotes & Sayings

Maria Sharapova

I also want to play in the Olympics and would love to represent Russia there as well.

Rod Carew

He cared. I love him. I'm going to miss him.

Sami Hyypia

He is very aggressive, loves a tackle and can play as well.

Daniel Logan

I love being an ambassador for 'Star Wars.'

Quiara Alegria Hudes

I love writing. It makes me so happy.

Quentin Blake

I love the sea, but I avoid any sort of seaside resort that has skyscrapers or seaside entertainments.

Larry King

I love doing what I do. I love asking questions. I love being in the mix.

Katrina Kaif

Love should be all about giving and trusting.

Kate Bush

I love being with my friends, relaxing and talking.

David Robertson

It could come down all at once in the rain storms on Friday, who knows.

Richard Wilbur

Happy in all that ragged, loose collapse of water, the fountain, its effortless descent and flatteries of spray...

Truman Capote

You know the days when you get the mean reds? Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues? Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat, and maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?

William Gibson

His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.

Richard M. Nixon

Most days I feel like the sole survivor of a shipwreck, rowing my paddleboat across a sea of people on waves made of an infinite array of hands and crests that reveal anonymous faces. On a good day, the clouds part to alight on-lo and behold-an island! I step ashore, only find that it too is made of people, mangled bodies somehow still alive. They grab at my feet, pulling me under like quicksand. The last thing I see before suffocating is the sky, a billion eyes staring down, blinking in undulating electric ripples. The cold rain I feel on my cheeks is the tears of the people.

Rich Mullins

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands, suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land. Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made blue for the sky and the color green that fills Your fields with praise.

Roald Dahl

Rainbow drops - suck them and you can spit in six different colours.

Tori Amos

Years go by Will I still be waiting For somebody else to understand Years go by If I'm stripped of my beauty And the orange clouds Raining in head Years go by Will I choke on my tears Till finally there is nothing left One more casualty You know we're too easy Easy Easy

Robert Lowell

The Lord survives the rainbow of His will.

Rob Sheffield

'American Horror' goes for a very specific kind of Seventies suburban downer ambience - 'Flowers in the Attic' paperbacks, Black Sabbath album covers and late-night flicks like 'Let's Scare Jessica to Death.' It even has 'Go Ask Alice'-era urban legends.

Richard Whately

Some persons resemble certain trees, such as the nut, which flowers in February and ripens its fruit in September; or the juniper and the arbutus; which take a whole year or more to perfect their fruit; and others, the cherry, which takes between two an three months.

Ryan Howard

Anybody can be Prince Charming one day a year, with the dinner and the flowers and all that. But you know what impresses me? When a guy can do that NO days a year.

Umberto Eco

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.

Trina

Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.

William Wordsworth

Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.

William Wordsworth

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune.

William Wordsworth

'Tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes!