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sign took
He wanted me to sign it, ... He took it over to me. Bruce Bochy
signs
There are tentative signs things are slowing. It's not a foregone conclusion. Peter Scobie
signature stayed year
When he stayed back this year it wasn't just to have fun. It was to put his signature on his work.
sign stopping
He had to go sign up. There was no stopping him then.
significance insignificant
There is nothing insignificant-nothing. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
signatures tenacity continuity
The signature of a truly enviable woman is the tenacity and continuity of her women friends. Wendy Wasserstein
sign summer sure wants
Part of it was the uncertainty of not being able to sign him. If it comes to the summer and he wants to come back, we'll listen. ... I wasn't sure of which way he wanted to go.
signs
In Tulsa, restaurants have signs that say, "Sorry, we're open. Roseanne Barr
sign willing
In concept, I'm willing to sign off on it.
winter break love-and-jealousy
When Love And Jealousy Collide On The Slopes, Winter Break Turns Deadly Richelle Mead
winter grieving long
I don’t mind if you don’t like my manners. They’re pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter evenings. Raymond Chandler
winter night grieving
I don't mind your showing me your legs. They're very swell legs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintace. I don't mind if you don't like my manners. They're pretty bad. I grieve over them during the long winter nights.
winter player world
Johnny Winter is one of the best blues players in the world. He's very underrated. Ritchie Blackmore
winter important tests
The work that we do during the winter is very important; we have a new bike and it's important to develop it during this time, and we start with this test Valentino Rossi
winter grace grows
Grace grows best in winter. Samuel Rutherford
winter snow tree
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow Wallace Stevens
winter voice air
Cold is our element and winter's air Brings voices as of lions coming down.
winter ice sky
The leaves hop, scraping on the ground. It is deep January. The sky is hard. The stalks are firmly rooted in ice. It is in this solitude, a syllable, Out of these gawky flitterings, Intones its single emptiness, The savagest hollow of winter-sound.