Oh, wasteful woman, she who may On her sweet self set her own price, Knowing man cannot choose but pay, How has she cheapened paradise: How given for naught her priceless gift, How spoiled the bread and spilled the wine, Which, spent with due, respective thrift, Had made brutes men, and men divine.
One objection I have heard voiced to works of this kind dealing with Texas is the amount of gore spilled across the pages. It can not be otherwise. In order to write a realistic and true history of any part of the Southwest, one must narrate such things, even at the risk of monotony.
Don't cry over spilled milk. By this time tomorrow, it'll be free yogurt.stephen colbert
One objection I have heard voiced to works of this kind—dealing with Texas—is the amount of gore spilled across the pages. It can not be otherwise. In order to write a realistic and true history of any part of the Southwest, one must narrate such things, even at the risk of monotony.robert e. howard
Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowersMy hands are crooked where they spilled over your dearcurvingKenneth Patchen
The Lebanese security authorities and the remnants of the Syrian system in Lebanon, and directly the Syrian regime from top to bottom, is responsible for every crime and every drop of blood spilled.gebran tueni
Among the words that can be all things to all men, the word "race" has a fair claim to being the most common, most ambiguous and most explosive. No one today would deny that it is one of the great catchwords about which ink and blood are spilled in reckless quantities. Yet no agreement seems to exist about what race means.jacques barzun
'Don't be afraid, Queen ... don't be afraid, Queen, the blood has long since gone into the earth. And where it was spilled, grapevines are already growing.'mikhail bulgakov
Blood doubly unites us, for we share the same blood and we have spilled blood.jean-paul sartre
Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers My hands are crooked where they spilled over your dear curving
A number of frail girls... prisoners in the top room of a circular tower, embroidering a kind of tapestry which spilled out the slit windows and into a void, seeking hopelessly to fill the void: for all the other buildings and creatures, all the waves, ships and forests of the earth were contained in this tapestry, and the tapestry was the world.thomas pynchon