Whooshing In Ear Quotes & Sayings

Imagination is a process of seeing events or things with the minds eye. — Debasish Mridha

The past is just data. I only see the future. — Ayrton Senna

Education gives sobriety to the young, comfort to the old, riches to the poor and is an ornament to the rich. — Diogenes

Part of your job as an artist is to push yourself and make sure your creative juices are flowing. — Benjamin Walker

I love acting. I just love it. It's in my bones. I remember when I was a kid, I watched an interview with Dennis Hopper talking about Jimmy Dean on the set of Rebel Without A Cause. Jimmy said to him, "If you've got to cry in a scene, you've got to cry. Make it real." And that's all that I believe in. — Andrew Lincoln

You dig deeper and it gets more and more complicated, and you get confused, and it's tricky and it's hard, but ... It is beautiful. — Brian Cox

The memory of sacred moment is unforgettable. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I only judge people by the depth of their squat. — Dan John

He was in the right place at the right time, but he might have been elsewhere on a different afternoon. — Tony Gubba

I'm completely comfortable with gay marriage. — Elizabeth Edwards

There is a world which poets cannot seem to enter. It is the world everybody else lives in. And the only thing poets seem to have in common is their yearning to enter this world. — Mary Ruefle

Miles gathered his reins, tensed one calf, and shifted his weight slightly, and Fat Ninny responded with a neat half turn and two precise back steps. The thick-set roan gelding could not have been mistaken by the most ignorant urbanite for a fiery steed, but Miles adored him, for his dark and liquid eye, his wide velvet nose, his phlegmatic disposition equally unappalled by rushing streams or screaming aircars, but most of all for his exquisite dressage-trained responsiveness. Brains before beauty. Just being around him made Miles calmer; the beast was an emotional blotter, like a purring cat. Miles patted Fat Ninny on the neck. "If anybody asks," he murmured, "I'll tell them your name is Chieftain." Fat Ninny waggled one fuzzy ear, heaving a whooshing, barrel-chested sigh. Grandfather — Lois McMaster Bujold