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tend
West Pointers tend to be rigorously honest - more than necessary, in my view. James Salter
tend
In Germany, actors tend to be more laid-back and take orders from the director: 'Tell me what you want.' I'm more into collaboration. So are Americans. Nina Hoss
tenors ten
A counter tenor is anyone who can count to ten. Denis Norden
tennis consistency
Power thrills, consistency kills. Bill Anderson
tend
When we, as humans, articulate, our tongues tend to hit the back of the teeth. Andy Serkis
tend
When I'm dining out privately, I tend to avoid fine-dining venues; I like things to feel casual. Nobu Matsuhisa
tennis
Andre Sa is playing close to his potential - maybe even above it. Boris Becker
tennis nerves fifth
The fifth set is not about tennis, it's about nerves.
tennis
Tennis lets you talk while you're playing. Jane Kaczmarek
winter darkness scrooge
Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it. Charles Dickens
winter age lapland
Cheerfulness ought to be the viaticum vitae of their life to the old; age without cheerfulness is a Lapland winter without a sun. Charles Caleb Colton
winning race looks
If we look backwards to antiquity it should be as those that are winning a race.
wine order water
In order to try whether a vessel be leaky, we first prove it with water before we trust it with wine.
wings gone originality
All the poets are indebted more or less to those who have gone before them; even Homer's originality has been questioned, and Virgil owes almost as much to Theocritus, in his Pastorals, as to Homer, in his Heroics; and if our own countryman, Milton, has soared above both Homer and Virgil, it is because he has stolen some feathers from their wings.
wind literature wave
Commerce flourishes by circumstances, precarious, transitory, contingent, almost as the winds and waves that bring it to our shores.
wind fire tale-of-two-cities
Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me.
winning race obstacles
Ride on! Ride on over all obstacles and win the race.
wine paris six
Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day's wine to La Guillotine.