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roaring town winter
Unfortunately, winter is going to come roaring back into town tomorrow. John Gresiak
roaring sit
These volcanoes don't even have to erupt. They just sit there and a part of it comes roaring off. Michael Sheridan
roaring sound welcome
The moral effect of the thundering of one's own artillery is most extraordinary, and many of us thought that we had never heard any more welcome sound than the deep roaring and crashing that started in at our rear Fritz Kreisler
roaring forks back-again
You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again. Tom Waits
towns energy wonderful
Los Angeles is not a town full of airheads. There's a great deal of wonderful energy there. Alan Rickman
towns news tough
It's tough to break yourself as news to a town that already knows you. Barbara Kingsolver
towns kind life-after-death
Melbourne is the kind of town that really makes you consider the question 'Is there life after death? Bette Midler
towns stories kind
You know, most reporters can't go back to the towns they wrote stories about. I never wrote that kind of story. Charles Kuralt
towns trouble building
When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble. Edward Abbey
towns small-town main-street
I come from Main Street, from a small town that's really depressed. Ben Bernanke
town
With no students, the town is pretty quiet. Amanda Walker
town unheard
We're just a little town that did things that were unheard of at the time. Hannah Baldwin
towns entertainment bars
As an actor, I travel around a lot and live in a lot of hotels, and many times I've been in a town where the only entertainment to be had is what you find in the hotel bar or lobby. Beau Bridges
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
winter sea feet
One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound - strange cracks and tickings, the rustling of garments that have no substance in them, and the tread of dreadful feet that would leave no mark on the sea-sand or the winter snow. Charles Dickens
winter smell ghost-stories
There is probably a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories - Ghost Stories, or more shame for us - round the Christmas fire; and we have never stirred, except to draw a little nearer to it. Charles Dickens
winter thinking important
Our lives are so important to us that we tend to think the story of them begins with our birth. First there was nothing, then I was born...Yet that is not so. Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. Families are webs. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Impossible to understand one part without having a sense of the whole. - Vida Winter Diane Setterfield
winter years benefits
Global trade has advantages. For starters, it allows those of us who live through winter to eat fresh produce year-round. And it provides economic benefits to farmers who grow that food. David Suzuki
winter green bowling
I was 18 and making 150 quid a week, which was a lot of money to me. Then there was a bad winter and I got paid off. Then my firm, JW Henderson of Bowling Green Street, Leith, went bust. If they hadn't folded, I'd probably still be scaffolding and loving it. Jamie Sives
winter men thinking
The problem of why God created the universe still troubles thinking men; but if we cannot know why, we can at least know that He did not bring His worlds into being to meet some unfulfilled need in Himself, as a man might build a house to shelter him against the winter cold or plant a field of corn to provide him with necessary food. The word 'necessary' is wholly foreign to God. Aiden Wilson Tozer
winter fate bored
Nothing is as tedious as the limping days, When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways, And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom, Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom Charles Baudelaire