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ruled
Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen. Thomas Heywood
rules
There are no rules to how long it could take to go away. It could take one day, it could take two days, it could take two weeks. Ron Krumer
rule unchanging
He has no rival, no attacker, no enemy. His rule is unchanging and eternal, He does not come or go.
rules whose
If you don't like their rules, whose would you use?
ruled
I haven't ruled anything out or anything in at this point. Tom Daschle
ruler spend time
You used to spend a lot of your time with a ruler in your hand.
rulers
God is the one who chooses our rulers Katherine Harris
rule
There's an old rule in politics: If you're explaining, you're losing. Brian Robertson
ruled
Vaughan is ruled out. He is going home.
varied
Dare to be as physically robust and varied as you always were. Susie Orbach
varied
I asked each one of them to make out with me and their reactions varied from excitable to horrified. Rachel Perry
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.