Famous Quotes & Sayings

Jim Williams

Roger's been running for a year and a half. And there hasn't been an unkind word said.

M. Wolfe

Replays and reruns are running out of steam,

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

I remembered the fox. One runs the risk of crying a bit if one allows oneself to be tamed.

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed.

Bede Griffiths

I liked the solitude and the silence of the woods and the hills. I felt there the sense of a presence, something undefined and mysterious, which was reflected in the faces of the flowers and the movements of birds and animals, in the sunlight falling through the leaves and in the sound of running water, in the wind blowing on the hills and the wide expanse of earth and sky.

Becca Fitzpatrick

If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.

Becca Fitzpatrick

The Patch I knew didn't run from anyone.

Becca Fitzpatrick

I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.

Becca Fitzpatrick

After a long day, my favorite way to unwind is by going running. Not exactly the most relaxing activity, granted, but I always imagine I'm sweating out all the things weighing on my mind.

Kevin Morris

Out the end windows of the cafeteria, it's all new,

Beck

Let the desert wind cool your aching head. Let the weight of the world - drift away instead

Carrie Underwood

Throw caution to the wind and just do it.

Bethenny Frankel

It's hard to wind down, but then I beat myself up because I have a tense back.

Sela Ward

I think Stacy is like a window into him, his vulnerability, his heart, because he does have one somewhere.

Ashley Walker

If we are not in each other's suites, we are always yelling out the windows into the courtyard at one another.

Al Gore

The wind and the sun are free.

Al Gore

Once the renewable infrastructure is built, the fuel is free forever. Unlike carbon-based fuels, the wind and the sun and the earth itself provide fuel that is free, in amounts that are effectively limitless.

Charles R. Swindoll

The swift wind of compromise is a lot more devastating than the sudden jolt of misfortune.

Bebe Neuwirth

The first Broadway show I saw was when I was 11. I saw 'Hair.

Becca Fitzpatrick

It’s brown.” So maybe I had the teeniest, tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of auburn in my hair. I was still a brunette. “It’s the lighting,” I said. “Yeah, maybe it’s the lightbulbs.” His smile brought up both sides of his mouth, and a dimple surfaced.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Love the hair. Love when it’s out of control. It’s like seeing a side of you that needs to come out more often.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Guess who has PE first hour? This is so unfair. I start the day off perspiring like an elephant in heat. Don't the people who make up our schedule understand body odor? Don't they understand frizzy hair? ~Vee

Becca Fitzpatrick

Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my shoulders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

Becca Fitzpatrick

He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened. "More?" he asked. I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Vee is my un-twin. She's green-eyed, milky blond, and a few pounds over curvy. I'm a smoky-eyed brunette with volumes of curly hair that holds its own against even the best flatiron. And I'm all legs, like a bar stool. But there is an invisible thread the ties us together; both of us swear that tie began long before birth. Both of us swear it will continue to hold for the rest of our lives.

Cecelia Ahern

Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.