Woolsthorpe England Quotes & Sayings

How do I feel about war? Well anybody I guess, I hope, I don't like it. — Gerald Scarfe

When I was finishing grad school, the hot new PC was the IBM 286. Bulky. Immobile. Expensive. I touched-typed easily and quickly, but nevertheless, I realized that the machine was a chain. — Jane Lindskold

I'm not a big planner when I travel; I just feel it out. — Daria Werbowy

From up above, in a plane passing over, you'd just see one little light in all this dark, with no idea of the lives that were being lived within it, and in the house beside, and beside that one. So much happening in the world, night and day, hour by hour. It was no wonder we were meant to sleep, if only to check out of it for a little while. — Sarah Dessen

Dreams decompose, darling, < ... > like anything else. And they give off gases, some of which are poisonous and all of which are unpleasant, and so one goes away from the place in which the dreams were dreamed, and are now decomposing before your very eyes. Otherwise, you might die, dear, of monoxide poisoning. — Andrew Holleran

I'm either up or on my way up. Never down — Anonymous

All the parts I get offered are character and comedy parts, and I probably wouldn't get them if I had a different face. So I'm glad I have a comedy face. — Mackenzie Crook

Passion is born deaf and dumb. — Honore De Balzac

Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy. — Margaret Atwood

The rule is you have to dance a little bit in the morning before you leave the house because it changes the way you walk out in the world, — Sandra Bullock

I have a dream," he said slowly. "I persist in dreaming it, although it has often seemed to me that it could never come true. I dream of a home with a hearth-fire in it, a cat and dog, the footsteps of friends
and you! — L.M. Montgomery

Isaac Newton was born at Woolsthorpe, near Grantham, in Lincolnshire, 1642: a weakly and diminutive infant, of whom it is related that, at his birth, he might have found room in a quart mug. He died on March the 20th, 1727, after more than eighty-four years of more than average bodily health and vigour; it is a proper pendant to the story of the quart mug to state that he never lost more than one of his second teeth. — Augustus De Morgan