Buscas In English Quotes & Sayings

You see them in the mercury
light of water, the expanding
orbs of silver where trout
breathe. You hear
them in the sleepy kiss
of rainfall on pine
needles, smell them
as if they were snow
to the west. — Ken Craft

My parents took me to shows starting when I was a very little kid. I remember seeing Henry IV at the Shakespeare Theatre in DC and our neighbor, who was playing Banquo, winked at me during the curtain call. I remember thinking "he can SEE ME?!" I was hooked from then. I wanted to be part of the place where you can escape the world, and also wink at it. — Nick Blaemire

I have a practice of really not talking about the competition. I'm from the old school. — Rush Limbaugh

It's the gap in the teeth. My friends say I look like Shrek - some of my friends - and you can't choose your friends, so what can I say? — Louis Oosthuizen

This stuff is better than cotton candy, really it is. It's made out of real cotton. Yossarian, you've got to help me make the men eat it. Egyptian cotton is the finest cotton in the world. — Joseph Heller

Nothing is so beneficial to a young author as the advice of a man whose judgment stands constitutionally at the freezing-point. — Douglas William Jerrold

No man wants to sleep with a woman. He wants to fuck her. And nobody forces me to do shit. — Karen Marie Moning

All I do is stay in the kitchen and cook. I don't go there to party. — Patti LaBelle

I don't think those who die are any better than those who stay alive. They just look better. They can't mess anything up anymore. — Hannah Moskowitz

Art comes into the highest part of the mind, with which we can know the presence of God. — Anne Truitt

After about five minutes had passed, I went outside and they'd gone. When I checked my hand to see if my knuckles were swelling or any bruising was coming up I got a shock, there was false tan on my knuckles! I still chuckle about that to this day. — Stephen Richards

Then there was a fine noise of rushing water from the crown of an oak at his back, as if a spigot there had been turned. Then the noise of fountains came from the crowns of all the tall trees. Why did he love storms, what was the meaning of his excitement when the door sprang open and the rain wind fled rudely up the stair, why had the simple task of shutting the windows of an old house seem fitting and urgent, why did the first watery notes of a storm wind have for him the unmistakable sound of good news, cheer, glad tidings? — John Cheever