Whinnies On The Wind Quotes & Sayings

We should constantly use the most common, little, easy words which our language affords. — John Wesley

I feel hornier than a dog who almost got his balls snipped off. Shit, man. Your face is gorgeous. Have you always been this fine specimen? — Tijan

But I regret not having liked history. — Eva Herzigova

Falling in love and having a relationship are two different things. — Keanu Reeves

Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it. — Barbara Kingsolver

This will be a new amputation. You've been a part of my flesh, underneath all my skin. Your removal will bleed and leave me lame for a time. — Julie Berry

The the Shoah involved millions of people, it was a unique experience for each of them. — Ruth Kluger

Bin Laden-ism, I don't think, is dead yet. And I think there's a long way to go before we can legitimately say that, you know, it is no longer in our midst. — Irshad Manji

I don't know what anxiety is like anymore. — Alicia Silverstone

Everyone contributes a word, a sentence, an image, but in the end it all makes sense: the happiness of one becomes the joy of all. — Paulo Coelho

The best pilots have need of mariners, besides sails, anchor and other tackle. — Ben Jonson

Human rights, of course, must include the right to religious freedom, understood as the expression of a dimension that is at once individual and communitarian - a vision that brings out the unity of the person while clearly distinguishing between the dimension of the citizen and that of the believer. — Pope Benedict XVI

Ok. don't panic. Don't panic. It's only a VISA bill. It's a piece of paper; a few numbers. I mean, just how scary can a few numbers be? — Sophie Kinsella

I love you today. I will love you tomorrow. I will love you always. Because when we are reborn, I will fall in love with you again and again and again.
- Faye Hall, from an untitled script — Faye Hall

Therefore I see no wrong in riding with the Nightmare to-night; she whinnies to me from the rocking tree-tops and the roaring wind; I will catch her and ride her through the awful air. Woods and weeds are alike tugging at the roots in the rising tempest, as if all wished to fly with us over the moon, like that wild, amorous cow whose child was the Moon-Calf. We will rise to that mad infinite where there is neither up nor down, the high topsy-turveydom of the heavens. I will ride on the Nightmare; but she shall not ride on me. — G.K. Chesterton