Famous Quotes & Sayings

Anthony Geary

I have friends in France who are artists. I go to gallery openings and things like that.

Cynthia Johnson

In the past two years, since so many burrito places have been opening up, people have been going there.

Peter Hall

I have to pour it on the opening weekend, then go back into battle.

Richard Eyre

I'm never comfortable at theatre opening nights. If it's my own production I'm too wound up to be able to enjoy the performance and too wary to enjoy the event as a social occasion.

Marcia Barcelli

I know that when he was in the opening ceremonies, he must have just been overcome.

Charles Woodson

I'm trying to make a play. I saw an opening and tried to run with it.

Genesis Rodriguez

I really want to keep on opening doors for myself, and others who want to come in.

Jeff Cirillo

Even with opening day being what it was, I was very calm, very relaxed.

Scott Parker

It's going to be an opening like no other.

Dilip Shanghvi

I like to win without fighting. But if I can't, then I'm prepared to fight.

Charles Clarke

I told him (Blair) I was prepared to resign if he thought it was right, and he said he didn't think it was right.

James Canning

It's a proposed vision for the city, and it was used as we prepared this year's budget.

Marc Jacobs

And when I see students now, I just don't think they are prepared to work so hard. It comes too easy.

Jeff Kelly

be prepared with what you want to say.

Rep. Arza

Be prepared to fight. They're going to come after you personally. They're going to come after you every which way.

Chris Crocker

You can't be prepared for something you haven't seen.

Ron Reier

This type of thing doesn't really surprise us, and it's not something we're not already prepared for.

Julie Gerberding

We've no idea if it will become transmissible from one person to another efficiently, but we've got to take the steps now to get prepared for that.

William Wordsworth

Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.

William Ellery Channing

It feeds and grows on the blood which it sheds. The passions , from which it springs, gain strength and fury from indulgence.

Sarah Vowell

If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre--the poems, the poems!--in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford's poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it's all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco.

Sara Teasdale

Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.

Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale

The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing - My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring.

Sara Teasdale

I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me.

Samuel Johnson

When a poet mentions the spring, we know that the zephyrs are about to whisper, that the groves are to recover their verdure, the linnets to warble forth their notes of love, and the flocks and herds to frisk over vales painted with flowers: yet, who is there so insensible of the beauties of nature, so little delighted with the renovation of the world, as not to feel his heart bound at the mention of the spring?

Wallace Stevens

The grackles sing avant the spring Most spiss oh! Yes, most spissantly. They sing right puissantly.