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smack wants yell
I don't smack him around. I don't yell at him. And if he wants to go to the park in his pajamas, I don't care. Peter Krause
wants win
He wants to win now. He made that pretty clear. Jason Bay
wants
He wants to play. But I'm just going to give him a day break. Ron Gardenhire
wants worry
He wants to be better. He wants to be the best. But don't worry about that. Those things will come. Ray Allen
wants
He wants this to be the coming-out party. Paul Shefrin
wants
He is very, very competitive and wants to win.
wants
I think it's every actor's dream to play a character that's really odd, and you know no one wants to play himself. Sam Claflin
wants whatever
Whatever he wants to do. That's how I feel about it. Steven Spielberg
wants
I think we will get something done long-term. We are going to keep him here. Tay wants that, I want that and Duffy wants that. We'll get something done. Joe Dumars
wants
He's been here 20 years and he wants to recharge.
yelled
I yelled at them. We peeled a little paint. John Thompson
yelling conservative art-history
A conservative is someone who stands athwart history, yelling Stop, at a time when no one is inclined to do so, or to have much patience with those who so urge it. William F. Buckley, Jr.
yellow lovely sun
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun. Vincent Van Gogh
yellow people black
If it was so honorable and glorious to be black, why was it the yellow-skinned people among us had so much prestige? Zora Neale Hurston
yelling rivers adrift
In a river mist, if another boat knocks against yours, you might yell at the other fellow to stay clear. But if you notice then, that it's an empty boat, adrift with nobody aboard, you stop yelling. When you discover that all the others are drifting boats, there's no one to yell at. And when you find out you are an empty boat, there's no one to yell. Zhuangzi
yellow what-if life-is
And a question stirred within me: What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed life, is happier than we are? Yevgeny Zamyatin
yellow tangible littles
I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost. Vladimir Nabokov
yellow silence golden
Silence isn't golden. It's yellow. Zell Miller
yelling feelings mind
Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable. Libba Bray