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dark sky clouds
It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous heaps of copper that had been heated in a furnace, and were growing cold. Charles Dickens
dark night clouds
The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that seemed to follow him: not hurrying in the wild chase with the others, but lingering sullenly behind, and gliding darkly and stealthily on. He often looked back at this, and, more than once, stopped to let it pass over; but, somehow, when he went forward again, it was still behind him, coming mournfully and slowly up, like a shadowy funeral train. Charles Dickens
dark night thinking
"Ay," said the Captain, reverentially; "it's a almighty element. There's wonders in the deep, my pretty. Think on it when the winds is roaring and the waves is rowling. Think on it when the stormy nights is so pitch dark," said the Captain, solemnly holding up his hook, "as you can't see your hand afore you, excepting when the wiwid lightning reweals the same; and when you drive, drive, drive through the storm and dark, as if you was a driving, head on, to the world without end." Charles Dickens
dark skulls clubs
A dark-skinned human with four arms walks toward me across the floor of the club, clad only in a belt strung with human skulls. Charles Stross
dark light trust-in-god
To trust God in the light is nothing, but trust him in the dark-that is faith. Charles Spurgeon
dark men sight
The reputations of the Lord's people should be very precious in our sight...We may ourselves one of these dark days need forbearance and silence from our brethren, let us render it cheerfully to those who require it now. Be this our family rule, and our personal bond: Speak evil of no man. Charles Spurgeon
dark flames age
The church may go through her dark ages, but Christ is with her in the midnight; she may pass through her fiery furnace, but Christ is in the midst of the flame with her. Charles Spurgeon
dark moon excellence
The Dark Side of the Moon has flash - the true flash that comes from the excellence of a superb performance. Alan Parsons
dark moon demand
The Dark Side of the Moon is a fine album with a textural and conceptual richness that not only invites, but demands involvement. There is a certain grandeur. Alan Parsons
golf wanted realised
I always wanted to be a golfer, only I realised that if I'd played golf I would have been skint. Alan Hansen
golf swings perfect
Is there such a thing as a technically perfect swing? If there is, I have yet to see it. David Leadbetter
golf swings goal
Your final goal is to convert your athletic swing to pure instinct rather than conscious thought. David Leadbetter
golf looks terrible
I like golf because you can be really terrible at it, and still not look much dorkier than anybody else. Dave Barry
golf balls want
You can, legally, possibly hit and kill a fellow golfer with a ball, and there will not be a lot of trouble because the other golfers will refuse to stop and be witnesses because they will want to keep playing. Dave Barry
golf self expression
If you explain so clearly that nobody can misunderstand, somebody will. If you're right 90% of the time, why quibble about the remaining 3%? In Africa some of the native tribes have a custom of beating the ground with clubs and uttering spine chilling cries. Anthropologists call this a form of primitive self-expression. In America we call it golf. Dave Barry
golf hitting balls
For me, the worst part of playing golf, by far, has always been hitting the ball. Dave Barry
golf talking interesting
Talking about golf is always boring. Playing golf can be interesting, but not the part where you try to hit the little ball; only the part where you drive the cart. Dave Barry
golf balls swamps
Once when I was golfing in Georgia, I hooked the ball into the swamp. I went in after it and found an alligator wearing a shirt with a picture of a little golfer on it. Buddy Hackett
alleys not-sure okay
Where's Simon?"..."Is he okay? Why isn't he here?" She glared at Derek. "Where'd you leave him?" Passed out in an alley." Derek frowned in thought. "Not sure where, though... Kelley Armstrong