#rows

For one country is different from another; its earth is different, as are its stones, wines, bread, meat, and everything that grows and thrives in a specific region. ↗

— Paracelsus

#bread #country #different #earth #everything

The idea of bringing young people up to Literature is doubtless calculated to raise the eyebrows almost as much as the suggestion of bringing them up to the Stage. ↗

— James Payn

#bringing #calculated #doubtless #eyebrows #idea

Although a lot of pain for a little screen time; Shaving legs, waxing eyebrows, high heels, trying to put on a bra, losing weight because women's clothes are SO revealing - Ladies you have my respect. ↗

— Lou Diamond Phillips

#because #bra #clothes #eyebrows #heels

There was a certain feeling I developed as a young person for black people. Somehow they were able to get pleasure out of things that I couldn't see them enjoying. I heard them sing a lot, and I didn't hear white folks going down the cotton rows singing that much. ↗

— Sam Phillips

#black #certain #certain feeling #cotton #developed

A manager uses a relief pitcher like a six shooter, he fires until it's empty then takes the gun and throws it at the villain. ↗

— Dan Quisenberry

#fires #gun #like #manager #pitcher

An artist should remain true. Otherwise his talent, like his stomach, grows fat and stuffy. ↗

— Norman Reilly Raine

#fat #grows #his #like #otherwise

I'll quit tanning when the satchel handle grows out of my back. ↗

— Kelly Ripa

#grows #handle #i #out #quit

The tea is ice-cold, the room grows colder and colder, but I grow warmer and warmer. ↗

— Clara Schumann

#grow #grows #i #room #tea

And as you point out, for American families who struggle every day to figure out how do they pay, we talk about gasoline prices. That throws budgets into a real problem when you have budgeted really tight. ↗

— Allyson Schwartz

#american #american families #budgets #day #every

Laughter and grief join hands. Always the heart Clumps in the breast with heavy stride; The face grows lined and wrinkled like a chart, The eyes bloodshot with tears and tide. Let the wind blow, for many a man shall die. ↗

— Karl Shapiro

#blow #chart #die #eyes #face