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I bowl so slow that if after I have delivered the ball and don't like the lookof it,I can run after it and bring it back.
I saw corpses, and grew used to their unimportant look, for a dead man without any of the panoply of death is a desperately insignificant object.
Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour. Let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou have paid thy utmost blessing.
I ask you to look both ways.For the road to a knowledge of the stars leads through the atom; and important knowledge of the atom has been reached through the stars.
Women are like elephants to me. I like to look at them, but I wouldn't want to own one.
I read about writers' lives with the fascination of one slowing down to get a good look at an automobile accident.
For a woman, she has extraordinary talent.One must look for what she does, not what she fails to do.
We can now look forward with something like confidence to the time when war between civilised nations will be considered as antiquated as a duel.
For who to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
Never let success hide its emptiness from you; achievement its nothingness; toil its desolation. Keep alivetheincentivetopushonfurther, that pain inthesoul that drives us beyond ourselves. Do not look back, and do not dream about the future either. It will neither give you back the past, nor satisfy your other daydreams. Your duty, your reward, your destiny are here and now.
To be a successful father, there's oneabsoluterule: when you have a kid, don't look at it for the first two years.
Look at little Johnny there, Little Johnny Head-in-Air!
Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies! O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Visage de tra|"tre! Quand la bouche dit oui, le regard dit peut-e" tre. Face of a traitor! When the mouth says yes, the look says maybe.
We participate in a tragedy; at a comedy we only look.
I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart.
Sir, I look upon every day to be lost, in which I do not make a new acquaintance.
Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed, Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Whose love isgiven over-well Shall look on Helen's face in hell Whilst they whose love is thin and wise Shall see John Knox in Paradise.
Du cheval donne toujours regardait en la gueule. Always look a gift horse in the mouth.
There can be no danger in sweetness and youth Where love is secured by good nature and truth, On her beauty I'll gaze, and of pleasure complain, While every kind look adds a link to my chain.
That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where you are.
Anyway,I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's aroundnobody big, I mean except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff.What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliffI mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
Look back, and smile at perils past!
Look not thou on beauty's charming, Sit thou still when kings are arming. Taste not when the wine-cup glistens, Speak not when the people listens, Stop thine ear against the singer, From the red gold keep thy finger, Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.
Au contraire de l'Europe en classique, le Ne gro-Africain ne se distingue pas de l'objet, il ne le tient pas a' distance, il ne le regarde pas, il ne l'analyse pas Il le touche, il le palpe, il le sent. Unliketheclassical European, the Black-Africandoesnot distinguish himself from an object. He does not hold it at a distance, he does not look at it, he does not examine it He touches it, he fingers it, he feels it.
Now I fold you down, my drunkard, my navigator, my first lost keeper, to love or look at later.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Look like a girl, act like a lady, think like a man and work like a dog.
Not bad. Most people myage are dead.You could look it up.
I reckon you're a kind of singed cat, as the saying isbetter'n you look.
It isn't what I do, but how I do it. It isn't what I say, but how I say it And how I look when I do and say it.
You can pick out actors by the glazed look that comes into their eyes when the conversation wanders away from themselves.
Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you'll know you're dead.
I have met a great many people on their way towards God and I wonder why they have chosen to look for him rather than themselves.
When you are old and greyand full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly how Love fled And paced among the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
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